Animated… I run
‘Oh, the animating forces. And the paths from which it courses…’
On a ten miler this morning, I ran past by a hedge of wild flowers; what I shall call wild daisies. Three of them. Yellow and multi-pedaled, lively and bright, dancing in the breeze. They were large; four inches across. And they smiled at me. So… over my right shoulder, I smiled back. My soul grinned.
During the next couple miles, the cheery countenance of my natural friends had me musing in and out of rhymes I can no longer recall. Brilliantly constructed; the words, that is. Like the flowers. That’s what my memory recollects. Yes, I often think I should have a pad and pen at the ready for such times.
For the common observer, it is the artist and painter and poet and her abilities to bring energy and passion to their subject. The poet brings to life the flowers in his poem through crafted words and rhymes and vision.
Animation is Spirit. God’s creations; those of insentient nature, contain the animating forces for man to benefit and be enlightened from. Here is the evidence of the substance hoped for and unseen. Unseen or quite obvious, as three daisies…
We are designed and intended to receive the divine wisdom of life through the animating forces. They permeate all that is around us. The artists have their muses. The common man has his deities and his daisies. Or whatever might look like either. It really does not matter. It simply is, regardless.
Where the animating forces mingle, time stops. The wind ceases. The suffering subsides. Love radiates in the vibrance of pure energy. Separate from the illusion and pain of the intellectual world, the animators set free from bondage the lightness of the soul. The bars dissolve into the space between.
“There is a great and present need to debestialize and emancipate the intellect. To foster and free the instinct of individuality.” R. H. Conwell
After ten miles, my right heel throbs with the pains of plantar fasciitis. It is not suffering, I repeatedly remind myself… in animated artistry with frozen water bottle… creatively rolling with relief under said arch.
This is really why I run. The elements animate me. After 50,000 miles, I'm just figuring it out. How re-assuring! ;)