What a day.

My first thought upon waking up was gratitude. I thought about gratitude during a frisky morning walk, trying to repeat in my head all the parts of the Haudenosaunnee Thanksgiving address. I thought about it throughout the day. How grateful I am to be home, for the last day of summer holidays, for yesterday’s storm and the cool weather it brought, for my kids, for being healthy (I still shudder remembering how sick we were at this time last year), for good books, for good energy, for neighbours I meet as they walk their dogs and I walk myself.

It was a very very productive day. I don’t remember ever feeling so calm and in control at work. It felt good. It felt powerful, the good kind of power, the one you don’t have to fight for.

The evening run felt very good too (except an unexpected knee pain and lightheadedness after K4). At some point during the run I thought about water, about being like water. If I become water, if I find my flow to carry me through this autumn, where will I end up?