Shamanic Running
pounding down the hill and toward the river
it draws me down every time
morning air swelters around me
I try to find the rhythm in my stride, my breath
grateful for every remaining patch of shade along the greenway
passing dog-walkers and best friends chatting the morning away
my mind ย races ahead and back . . . writing, grading, blogging, breakfast, laundry, to do lists
deeper things that need sorting
words that need saying
stuff that needs letting go
the one-two, one-two of my shoes touching the earth
like drums, like a heartbeat, like music
I remember lying flat on the earth
drums pounding all around me
shamanic rhythms pulsing through my chest and my head
the meditative rhythm of healing
I wonder at connections begging for more
between dream state sleeping (REM), running, knitting, one-two, one-two
between the two sides of the brain, left-right, left-right
between disparate states of mind
between moments in time
I wonder if restoration might enter my heart through the soles of my feet
with each breath I hope
