The wind still roars, carrying a faint mist–a lingering reminder of the winter storm that recently swept through the islands. Oddly enough, despite being new to these sounds, I find myself welcoming them. They feel like a call from nature, drawing me home.
Why the metaphor? Because I’m searching for my anchors.
Whenever the world around me feels disoriented or frustrating, I seek out something to ground me. And mother nature has always been my most reliable sanctuary. Perhaps that is why I am drawn to running. It offers a rhythmic connection to earth beneath my feet.
We are living through chaotic times. The topsy-turfy pace of events is enough to make even a rock lose its footing. If you have found yourself wondering lately if the ground is shaking, you’re not alone. Welcome to the club. I hope you find your anchor soon.
How are you coping with the disruptive world?
Running with Buddha 