I rose this morning and made myself go for a run. When I first get up there are still those few minutes of debate, when I compose the arguments in my head as to why it is not a good idea to run this particular morning. If I can go ahead and pull on the socks and the stretchy pants then I am halfway home. This morning spring greeted me as soon as I stepped out the front door-the sky a dappled stretch of rose and pink laid out like a magic sky carpet before me. The clouds were layered and seemed close enough to touch. I like the way the sky looks but I also love the sounds of the morning. now that I have begun this am ritual.
I have begun to relish the gentler sounds of the morning. Because there is so much noisy hysteria and hype swirling around us these days. Some days I want to yell myself, proclaim cross the land:"let's all take it down a notch folks." There seems to be a relentless demand for louder, richer, bigger and badder-from presidential campaigns to toddler birthday parties and high school proms-an insatiable appetite for more, more, more. I am afraid sometimes that our greed will very soon consume us whole and I long for graciousness and simplicity.