Tag Archives: Lake Tahoe

run three, for me

{miles} with a big smile, because Blue is so close you can touch her, breathe her in and be -gin the day knowing you’ve run the (g)race you need. you’ve come to the water and returned whole, filled your lungs … Continue reading

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run three, to Blue

{miles} from me to You, where (g)race flows free from every rhythmic step. where sky and lakey sea make way for more of You and less of me.

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map my run

(3.some) …………….{miles}  map my breath by tune of blue, my heart by sacred morning moon. map my skin with cool of breeze and scent of pine. map my soul with the misty face of morning grace.

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cool {blue} runnings

run two (point five) ……………….{miles} to waiting blue, to the scattered hue of a rising sky. i am 6am,  the rhythm of feet and the silence of nobody and no body and heartbeat and birdsong. the long slow strides that … Continue reading

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run to blue

three ……..{miles} should do it, there and back again. Cool breeze, cool lungs, a brilliant sun skimming the surface of all this blue. There’s a rhythm here that’s different, a sky song waiting. The beat of feet without the strangling … Continue reading

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Lake of the Sky

.. When you slip on ……..your cobalt best, …………..I find myself on your shore. There are small kingdoms ……..here, sandcastles of …………..my own small making. Do you see the geese ripple ……..your surface? They etch …………..a new language – I … Continue reading

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blue, by You

.. grace is the face of golden sky of places where Lake greets land in a stony kiss, where bliss is breathing believing in indigo spill and that sacred will win over all. it’s the graffiti-etched awe of driftwood scarred … Continue reading

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