Things are looking up

"I howled at the moon with friends
And then the sun came crashing in
Wo-oah-oah-oah-oah-oh-oh
Oah-oah-oah-oah-oah-oh-oh
But all the possibilities
No limits just epiphanies
Wo-oah-oah-oah-oah-oh-oh
Oah-oah-oah-oah-oah-oh-oh"
 American Authors

I knew this was going to be a "put your head down" kind of race.  So I did.  For about 22 miles my eyes discerned only the ground.  My view?  Irksome sand, jagged rock and wearisome feet.  I drudged through the monotony.  I was getting it done.
 
Around mile 22 I was forced to slow down for a sharp turn on a cliff.  The trees opened and I was blessed with the most amazing view of blue skies over calm lake waters.  I stopped running and looked up; and as I drank in the view my race changed.  I relaxed in the surrounding beauty as awareness unfolded in the energy of the sun, the whisper of a breeze and the spirit of a deer. 

I find myself too often in life "putting my head down and just getting it done," and frankly the muscles in my neck are tired of the strain.  I bet if I pick my head up and look towards the sun- it will still be shining as though I never looked away.