20 July 2008
The Christians are worshiping their God in their temples while I am outside on a beautiful day exercising my own temple; my body. I have never known that I could feel this good. The day is warm with a breeze enough to make it bearable. The wind is kissing my face and neck with coolness. The street is stained purple from mulberries but the golden finches don't seem to mind as they tweet at each other in melodic conversation. While you are in an overheated, overcrowded church singing praises to your lord, I am in a heaven that was made just for me. I bend my face towards the earth and breathe her in-- at this moment I can feel my god smiling down at me- even just for a moment. I keep on running, rejuvenated.
