The Stronger Pull

Let yourself be silently drawn
by the stronger pull of what you really love.
—Rumi

I want to tell you about running in the early morning, stepping away from the house and heading up the driveway, a quarter-mile long.

To run outside in the early morning began as an idea and then became a commitment to myself. I ran because I was able, and as spring passed into summer, and summer into mid-autumn, I continued, sweatshirt and windpants exchanged for shorts and tee-shirt, tank top, and then sweatshirt and running pants, reflective stocking cap, headlamp and blinking lights. I ran each morning from the earliest spring until the autumn rains turned to ice and snow.

 

 

I want to tell you about snowshoeing on a winter’s day, stepping from the house and heading across the field a quarter-mile to the shrubline.

To snowshoe in the cold of winter began as an idea when I was young. Trudging through covered fields, I conceived of snowshoes that would carry me above the snow. With snowshoes I would trek across great distances on Sunday afternoons, freed of my predictable home life, open to whatever adventure lay ahead. I would be as Lewis & Clark, I would be a fur trader, a lumberjack, an Arctic explorer. I would be free. To snowshoe in the depth of winter began as an idea and became a commitment to myself.

Today messaging comes from all corners — Be this! Do that! I am asked helter-skelter to consider possibilities endless in scope and direction. But I am drawn silently, inexorably by the stronger pull of what I really love. This cannot be helped.

 

 

Rumi. “An Empty Garlic.” The Essential Rumi: New Expanded Edition, translated by Coleman Barks, 50. New York: HarperCollins, 2004.

One thought on “The Stronger Pull

  1. To walk in nature is to experience meditation in its purest sense, where we feel oneness with the world around us, see its beauty, and find peace and freedom in heart and soul.
    Thank you for sharing your own adventures in life.

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