Tarmac Meditations #126: Running With John Wayne

Caught some good runs this week. Comin’ on the heels of the last two weeks, the running was a blessing and a necessity. I took my phone with me on one of them in order that I might try to capture something of the feeling of it. It wasn’t as clear in my doing as it was in my head.

I took a couple of images and kept running. Made it to a meeting. Came home, got dressed in real clothes and went to find out why my eyes weren’t workin’ so well. I found out. I think I’ll keep it close for the moment but it wasn’t nothing and it will change things. Right now I’m feeling like I’m in a John Wayne western, you know, the one where the lone figure is silhouetted against the Painted Desert, drinking his last cup of coffee and talking to the sky. He’s sayin’ that he’s outta coffee, down to his last smoke, that the Injuns are just over yonder and the Cavalry is busy somewhere else. He throws away the coffee grounds, stands up and says that he might as well git after it, time’s a wastin’ and there is work to do. Me, I’m sayin’ that it’s hard tellin’ not knowin’ what’s around the corner, down the road. But stayin’ still isn’t how it works. Movin’ forward, bein’ steady, me and what I believe in, we got to get goin’. Agein’ ain’t for the faint of heart. And it pays to remember that I am not alone as I move into the day, that people care about what I do, about how I am; that John Wayne movies were made up and never true. Knowing that, at long last, is a step in the right direction.

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