Hello, lovely bluebirds!
It’s been awhile…truly too long. I have some things to admit to you, and I feel guilty about it. Y’all have been here for me, in a way, since the beginning of The Lyon’s Roar. If you’re still here—still listening—I want to apologize for my lack of writing (or should I say sharing).
I have been extraordinarily busy. And it pains me to say that I haven’t been busy creating, sharing, or crafting artwork. I’ve simply been outside and working.
And spending time running outside, racing and riding. With the dog. Spending time with my love and with my original first love…my dad! He came to Montana to surprise me, and we had a delightful weekend talking, spending time on the river, eating croissants, and hiking around with the dog. I miss my family, a lot. This morning as I was running with Susan on the river trail, I realized just how beautiful the solitude of morning is. It was raining lightly and beautifully, like tears of joy. I arrived home to a pot of freshly brewed coffee and a day of possibility ahead. I think that’s what God is and means, at least to me. It means that every moment leads up to another, but still retains its own beauty and infinite meaning. And nothingness can be just as pleasant. But family always creates moments that have meaning–big meaning. So does movement. And rest. That’s God…always in flux.
It’s been a crazy few weeks. I am now a sponsored runner, so that means I spend all my spare time exercising or making a dedicated effort to recover and eat. It requires a lot of planning…running does. In order for me to perform at a level I need to, I need to plan things out better than I am used to doing. But it’s all paying off! I finished a 50 mile race and the Missoula Marathon within 3 weeks of each other, and the Butte 100 mountain bike race and the Bozeman Marathon are coming around the corner. I am feeling stronger and faster as the weeks go by. Thanks so much to Le Petit Outre and MT Alpha for making all these adventures a possibility for me to succeed and share my love of endurance sports! It means the world for me to run or bike with someone else in mind as motivation.
Thanks to Black Coffee Roasters for the awesome Toddy coffee to get me up and at ’em at 4:00 a.m. at the Trail Rail Run!
And, the garden is blooming in full force, despite all the weeds that I don’t have the time to pull! I’ve been eating a bowlful of raspberries and kale/basil salads almost every day. Soon we will have peas and grapes and more tomatoes. And peppers! Fuel for adventures.
by David Whyte
It doesn’t interest me if there is one God
or many gods.
I want to know if you belong or feel
if you can know despair or see it in others.
I want to know
if you are prepared to live in the world
with its harsh need
to change you. If you can look back
with firm eyes,
saying this is where I stand. I want to know
if you know
how to melt into that fierce heat of living,
the center of your longing. I want to know
if you are willing
to live, day by day, with the consequence of love
and the bitter
unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have heard, in that fierce embrace,
even the gods speak of God.
I think God shows up when I win races, or when I lose them. He shows up when the dog miraculously returns smiling from a journey away from home during a thunderstorm. He shows up when people decide to change their lives for the better. He comes in a father’s smiling eyes. A raspberry’s ripening and a sunflower’s bursting. In you. Me.