An offering

Boston2000 In times of crisis, I always hit the road. Sometimes solo, sometimes surrounded by my familiar pack. The breathing, the rhythm, the simple act of propelling myself onward, is a form of prayer for me. Running is my sanctuary; the running community my tribe.

This week, the miles mean even more, and I'm offering them up to those who need healing and peace. May we all find it.

"One might say running is an absurd pastime. But if you can find meaning in the kind of running you must do...then you may find meaning in the other absurd pastime: Life." ~Bill Bowerman