Blogs # 9 and 10
I don’t really know what to write about for this blog. I feel guilty not to be writing about the Scarlett Letter. I really do like the Scarlett Letter but I don’t really feel in the mood to write about it right now. If it is okay, I would like to use this blog to write out and kind of analyze what I have been thinking about.
I have been thinking about two things that happened while I was running on Friday and I want to write them down so that I don’t forget them…maybe I can look back on these things later on and maybe they will be useful for me. One of the things that happened on my run was that I was running the zig-zags, about two blocks away from Marlborough and I came around the corner to see a row of sprinklers ahead of me, and I was hot and I wanted water and they were just physically so beautiful, they were kind of like a work of art, or they seemed that way to me in that moment. The way the sun was hitting them made them seem so full and powerful, and they reminded me of fireworks. Then when I looked back at them when I crossed the street, I looked back and they were clear again, instead of white, and they seemed less full almost, just from the way the sun was hitting them, and the perspective I was looking at them from. I just thought of a metaphorical meaning for this incident. I think it has to do with the way you look at things in life. You can look at things in a positive and full way, and think that everything is going to work itself out…or you can look at things in a kind of negative way, not seeing things for what they could be with some positive light shed on them, but rather, for how they look from a negative point of view. Sometimes everything is really stressful and it all seems very negative, but, if you look at it with positive light, you can see it all completely differently. I want to be a force of positive attitude and spirit in the world, that is one of my goals.
The other thing that happened on my run happened in about the last 50-100 meters of the run. I was running along, and then, quite suddenly, I felt really free and I felt like I was really light and I was almost gliding across the ground. Nothing hurt, not my back, not my legs, not my ankle, I didn’t even feel tired, I felt powerful and positive and bright and I was so happy to be running. It reminded me of the scene in Forrest Gump when Forrest is a little boy and his legs have something wrong with them, so he has to wear big metal braces on his legs that make him walk kind of lopsided. Well, in one scene, when Forrest is getting pursued by some bullies, he starts running with these big cumbersome braces on his legs, and as he runs, at first he is kind of limping, and then his speed keeps increasing, until, as he is running, the little bolts and screws in the braces start flying off of his legs, until his legs are bare, and he is just running freely, leaving the brace behind him, leaving the things that held him back and being free to run. I injured my ankle about two weeks ago, and, not only had my ankle been hurting in the days before, but my body had been so sore from not running in a week to coming back full on, more or less. In that minute, or probably less, I felt so free and I was just running…not thinking about anything else, it seemed, just thinking about running and how good it felt to be running in that moment…it was a very powerful moment, and I think it was the first time probably in that week that I felt like I was back, I was no longer injured, I was back and healthy, and I was so happy to be there running in that moment.
One more thing that happened earlier in the day on Friday made me SO happy. Ms.Brown let me get my own ice for my ankle, and I went into this tiny room that was actually a restroom, but it was also where the ice machine was kept. Anyway, I went in this room and there was a roll of bags for the ice, and I took a bag and then I opened the ice machine, by lifting the lid, and it was so amazing to see that ice, and there was a big ice scooper for scooping the ice into the bag and I can’t even really explain why it made me so happy, but it was just so simple and so easy, and it was all so perfect and not complicated. Just the bag, the ice, and the scooper. I got my bag of ice and I just walked into the athletic office and told them how amazing it was and how it made me so happy. They thought it was kind of funny that I was so happy about the ice machine, but it really made me so happy. I walked out of the building and I was just beaming, I couldn’t even hide how happy I was. It was really amazing and I hope I get a chance to go back in that ice room and fill up another of those bags with ice using that scooper.
I really like bloging, and one of the things I like so much about writing is the freedom that it gives the writer to express their feelings and thoughts. I felt really free writing this blog and I hope it is okay that I didn’t write about the Scarlett Letter.
So much depends on a small ice machine, filled with ice, waiting to be scooped with a big grey scooper, waiting to fill a clear plastic bag, to make someone so happy. There is beauty and joy in simplicity.
I just wrote that poem. It is something to think about…for another time…
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