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No One Wins Who Hasn’t Lived

Today is the first day of spring.  I have been shuttling my kids around all winter, stuffing them into coats and car seats and hurrying for drop offs and pick ups.  We’ve been running all around, sometimes for something and a lot of times for nothing.  I feel like I’ve been doing that longer than this winter, truth be told.

We did today differently.  We ditched our schedule and we walked where we wanted to together; we ended up at the beach.  I wrote this as they ran around finding snow buried in the sand.

Do you ever feel like you are running a race to nowhere?

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No One Wins Who Hasn’t Lived

I can’t remember when
I started running,
if it was the gun that sounded to make me begin or
if it was the herd that carried me
into this race
and around the bend.

Here I am
having run so fast
that I am out of breath
and I can see now that
there is no finish line up ahead
and so, winded, I rest,
hands upon my knees,
and I look back
on what I ran past –
I forgot to look before.
I forgot to enjoy the running.
I don’t really enjoy running;
I forgot that I could have walked, at least some of the time.

I walk and look and live.

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