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Love. Listen. Let.

If you would like to listen to my commencement address, you can do so by clicking this link, and going to the 47 minute mark. You can read it in the body of this blog post.

Good evening, Children. You know, I had to greet you like that one last time, before you leave here all grown up. 

Three years ago when we first met, we had no idea where our journey would take us, except inevitably to this moment, where you would leave the cozy nest of Burris Laboratory School for big and bright futures. We did not know that we would grow together, learn together, and be intellectual together in the ways that we have been. I had no idea that I would have you in class for the better part of three years, and you probably, in that moment, wished that Humanities would be our last class together. But, here we are, and surprisingly you have put your faith in me to deliver this, the last bit of your Burris education. 

First, a few things about you all: before we ever knew I would be your high school teacher, one of you learned your very first curse word from me, thus iterated when you dropped your toy truck at the hospital when you were two or three years old. One of you has submitted the craziest, most kinetic, most original, most creative film project that I have ever received. One of you has argued with me about the use of the word utilize, about which you are still wrong. One of you, rather than walking around the desks, to get to your seat, uses a chair, a desk, and another chair as your personal stairwell. One of you is the only person to have shared classroom space with me for the entirety of your last three years of high school, and for your presence in my room, I feel especially grateful. One of you has been a fabulous philosophical and theological conversationalist, challenging me in ways that some of my adult peers do not. One of you will give me my fresh cheetah print hair before school starts next fall. Several of you wrote such beautiful creative writing essays and poems, and then you were so nervous to read them in front of people, but you did it anyway, and we were all better for it. Many of you have visited my room to tell me how well your shadowing or internship experiences went; I had no doubt that you would be amazing, and you were. Many of you have invited me to events that you have been a part of, and I loved watching you do things that made you glow, in a way that sitting in our classroom did not. Several of you helped build a house for Habitat for Humanity during May Term. Many of you regularly volunteer in our community, making this small corner of our world a better place. Many of you have thrived, despite your circumstances, or in the face of great adversity, some of which we may never know about. Many of you have sought me out for help with essays, scholarship or college application help, and letters of recommendation. So many letters of recommendation. 

I could go on all night long with all of the cool things that each of you has brought into my life— by which I have been truly blessed—but the convention of the graduation address requires that I give some sort of sage advice that will make you better humans. I mean, you are already fabulous, but we can all, always do better. What I am about to say, you have heard from me before. So, I am nothing, if not consistent. 

When my brother graduated from college in May of 2002, I was excited to find in the program the name of a woman whose work I knew well, Sister Helen Prejean, a sister in the Congregation of St. Joseph. You, or maybe just your parents, may know who she is when I tell you that Susan Sarandon played her in a movie called Dead Man Walking, which was about Prejean’s  tireless work with death row inmates. While I do not remember Prejean’s exact words at my brother’s commencement, I do remember my favorite thing that I have ever heard her say, “Every human being is worth more than the worst thing they’ve ever done.” And, I have taken her example to heart and worked hard to live by it, giving each of you a clean slate every single day when you have walked into my classroom. We are all worth more than our worst choice, and so, what I want to talk about tonight is how to make your fellow humans understand that you value them, even at their worst, and absolutely at their best. 

We need to do three things in this wild and precious life to be successful: Lead with Love, Listen to Learn, Let It Be. Do not think for a minute that I am smart enough to have come up with these things on my own. I believe in being guided by the wisdom of the generations. Though I did come up with that clever alliterative mnemonic device. (I got an A in homiletics class at seminary.) By outlining the three Ls, I want to give you insight into how some of my favorite thinkers have shaped me. And, no, I am not going to discuss Dostoyevsky’s Notes from Underground. We could apply that text here, but since you all already suffered through that last year, I will refrain just for tonight. 

Before I continue, I want to make an aside here. If I have ever made you feel like I was not practicing these things I am going to talk about, please make some time to talk to me about it. I welcome feedback, because I really do desire to live this life in the way I am going to explain. 

First: Lead with love. Or just love if that is easier to remember. German American Sociologist, Erich Fromm, said that “Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.” And bell hooks, my favorite literary and educational theorist says, “To commit to love is fundamentally to commit to a life beyond dualism. That’s why love is so sacred in a culture of domination, because it simply begins to erode your dualisms: dualisms of black and white, male and female, right and wrong.” Love gives us a supernatural power to look past what makes us different and allows us to see what is the same. We identify what is in that other person, that is like us; not what we can use against them, not what they can use against us; not what separates us, but what binds us together. How many times have you been confronted with a situation in which you were required to interact with someone who you perceived to be unlike you? If that has not happened to you, it will, and it may happen a lot. You will be required to engage with people who seem to be on opposite sides of the binary from you, but when you look at every situation with love, you begin to undo those dualisms, those binaries, and you begin to see people not as adversaries on the opposite side, but you can envision them as part of your human existence, as a comrade in this life. Would you approach life differently if you looked at people with this type of love? Would you see friends where you previously saw foes? Would you look differently at the past, present, or future? 

After contemplating these two quotes on my own, I did some research about love. I grew up in the Christian faith, and was even a pastor for a while. I currently practice a blend of Christianity and Buddhism in my personal life, and I have since done a lot of academic inquiry into Islam and Judaism, but I am unfamiliar with most other world religions and philosophies, so I wanted to see what other folks thought about love. I learned that every major philosophical or theological ideology holds in high esteem the idea of loving each other. Philosophies that do not ascribe to love as we might think of it, still hold to some idea of symbiosis or cohabitation, even if that belief is in a biological attraction between microscopic particles. Perhaps this is because organisms require some level of codependency to exist. Perhaps this is because we need each other in ways we cannot imagine. Perhaps this is because Fromm is right in saying that “love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.” If you look around, you will see that love always wins, so lead with love. 

Second: Listen to learn. Or just listen. Most of you will recall that I really have only one “rule” in my classroom, and that is not to talk while someone else is talking, and that rule’s offshoot is listen to learn, not to respond. During an IMPACT unit this year, I was made aware of a lawyer named Bryan Stevenson, the founder and executive director of the Equal Justice Initiative. We watched his TED talk, and in it he tells this story: “I had the great privilege, when I was a young lawyer, of meeting Rosa Parks. And Ms. Parks used to come back to Montgomery every now and then, and she would get together with two of her dearest friends, these older women, Johnnie Carr who was the organizer of the Montgomery bus boycott –amazing African-American woman — and Virginia Durr, a white woman, whose husband, Clifford Durr, represented Dr. King. And these women would get together and just talk. And every now and then Ms. Carr would call me, and she’d say, “Bryan, Ms. Parks is coming to town. We’re going to get together and talk. Do you want to come over and listen?” And I’d say, “Yes, Ma’am, I do.” And she’d say, “Well what are you going to do when you get here?” I said, “I’m going to listen.” And I’d go over there and I would, I would just listen. It would be so energizing and so empowering.” When we are face to face with someone else—whether that person is world famous or someone who lives on the streets of our hometown or a person who is in prison for a horrific crime— one of the most intelligent, respectful, and compassionate things we can do is listen. Not only are we telling that person we value them, but also we are learning ideas and concepts that we are unable to learn in the exact same way from anyone else in this world. 

Another person who discusses this type of listening is Archbishop Desmond Tutu, a South African Episcopal priest and scholar. He said, “We live in an era of radical brokenness.  In all our relationships, everywhere we look in the global family, we see disconnection and fear of one another. [It is] an increasingly noisy era.  People shout at each other in print and at work.  The volume is directly related to our need to be listened to.” Most of you know that I love silence. Silence, creating space for another, is what allows us to listen well in this incredibly noisy world. If you want to be a person who can bridge brokenness and fear, you need to be someone who listens. I do not know about your upbringing, but in my big Greek family, sometimes meals used to get so loud that if you were one of the youngest ones in the family, you never even got the butter for your roll, because no one was listening when you asked for it, because they were all shouting over each other trying to be heard. Tutu is talking about that sort of cacophony on a global level. If we think of this in connection with hooks’s words about dualism, we can combine love and listening into one solid concept. A way to love is to listen, and to listen is love, which erases the dualisms; thereby healing some of the brokenness of this world, because we all need to be listened to; being heard or seen is a basic human need. 

Another thinker whose work has been meaningful to me is Thich Nhat Hahn, a Buddhist monk and scholar. He puts it this way: “Deep listening is the kind of listening that can help relieve the suffering of another person. You can call it compassionate listening. You listen with only one purpose: to help him or her to empty his or her heart. [. . . ] For now, you don’t interrupt. You don’t argue. [ . . . ]One hour like that can bring transformation and healing.” If you can, think of it this way: leading with love allows you to listen in a way that radically transforms another person’s life. You can relieve the suffering of another simply by listening, and if you are paying attention, you can also learn from this act of listening. Notice Hahn says, “YOU DON’T INTERRUPT.” Give the other person your silence. You simply listen. Listen and learn. And love. 

Third: Let it be. Or just let. One of my favorite songs is “Let It Be” by the Beatles, and I want to share my favorite part of that song with you: “And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer, let it be.” The first two parts of this speech were about leading with love and listening to learn, and they both contribute to this last part: let it be. When you have listened and worked hard to meet people with love, and there is still no sense of connection, or a way to see eye to eye, or to compromise, you may find that it is best to just let it be. Letting it be does not mean that you have acquiesced to the other side, or the other person. Letting is be does not mean you have lost. You may still be parted, but there still is chance for an answer, so let it be. 

In the words of Jack Kornfield, a meditation teacher, “To let go does not mean to get rid of. To let go means to let be. When we let be with compassion, things come and go on their own.” So, while it may seem like you are allowing someone else to “win,” you are, in fact, simply allowing both their truth and your truth to coexist, and things will come and go on their own. You are not trying to force someone to your way of thinking, but you are also not allowing them to force you to agree with them. You are letting it be. I will tell you, honestly as always, let it be is the most difficult of these concepts for me. I want people to hear me, to understand me, to love me, to agree with me, and when I meet someone with love and listening, and we cannot see eye to eye on issues of great importance to me, well, I wrestle with letting it be, because I never want my letting it be to be mistaken for silence, which then may be interpreted as agreeing with someone or something I think is morally or ethically wrong. This is why letting it be comes after love and listening. And after a lot of deep conversation.

In the moments where I have to let things be, I remember the words of my favorite meditation instructor Sebbane Sallassie, “Although we are not one, we are not separate. And although we are not separate, we are not the same.” We are part of each other, interconnected, but we are not the same person, identical. I can see myself in you, but I am not you. I am not you, but I can see myself in you. In recognizing how we are separate but also connected, we can learn how letting it be is also a way to undo binaries and dualisms. Sometimes, just being able to let dissension be, to disagree and let it be, allows a fresh perspective to return to the conversation later with a renewed interest in finding an answer. 

I want to end with a quick recap: love, listen, let. Lead with love, listen to learn, let it be. These strategies, when I can pull myself together to practice them strategically, have never lead me wrong in this world. This collective generational wisdom has always put me on a good, solid path. Leading with love has allowed me to meet some pretty interesting people, listening has allowed me to really see and hear them in order to learn from them, and letting it be allows me a certain type of peace when I do not get others to understand—or agree with—me. Remember from the beginning of this address what Sister Helen Prejean said, “Every human being is worth more than the worst thing they’ve ever done.” People need our love, our listening, and our letting it be. We need to love, to listen, to let it be. 

Parents, as I have ended almost every email I have sent you, thanks for sharing your students with me over the past three years. Teaching them, and learning from them, has been my great joy. 

And, graduates, as I have ended almost every class period we have shared over these years, I love you. Peace.

Why I Changed My Mind About Doing Muncie 70.3 This July

In November 2013, I made my last real attempt to finish a marathon. I trained. Hard. And then around mile 15 (maybe), I turned a corner where I saw that I would be running through a gauntlet of gingko trees. Normally, no worries, but I am allergic to the entire outdoors, and even though it wasn’t full on pollen season for these trees, they attacked my lungs in some way.

I have allergy and exercise induced asthma. Since high school, I have been able to control my exercise-induced asthma with swimming, meditating, and breathing exercises, but my allergy-induced asthma was a new and more aggressive development in my respiratory journey. So, I started to cry, which did not help my breathing, then I got overwhelmed and embarrassed, then I quit. I called my parents to come pick me up at mile 15 (maybe), and I was so devestated that I pretty much quit trying to run long distances, and eventually put myself into a shame cycle that resulted in my eventual loss of fitness and no real desire to return fully to it until last June. I dabbled, but never remained faithful to any kind of longterm fitness plan.

Last June, at my fattest, I weighed 293 pounds. I am 5’3″ tall. In general, I am not a fat-shaming individual, but I wasn’t comfortable in my own body in a way that I had never experienced before in my life. Had I been weight conscious? Yes. Had I tried to lose weight or get in better shape? Yes. Did I ever have problems tying my shoes before? No. Did I ever experince struggling to walk a mile before? No. I am well aware that part of my struggle with my health was brought on by extreme stress, depression, unhealthy eating, and having COVID four times in three years time. But, to me all of those things (except COVID) were a by product of quitting that marathon nearly a decade ago. Obviously, I am not silly enough to think that all of my problems with my health stem from that, but when I quit that marathon. I kind of quit on myself. And when I quit on myself, it affected nearly all facets of my life.

I would never tell someone else to lose weight, and I would never say that being fat is the worst thing a person can be, but, for me, last June was a time I don’t want to return to. I enjoy being active. I enjoy moving my body. I enjoy how exercise makes me feel. I don’t want to return to being so exhausted and depressed that I could barely remember to shower or do my dishes or fold my clothes. So, I decided to eat healthier, exercise more, and get myself back. From June until December I lost about 20 pounds on my own by exercising with a friend who was losing a lot of weight; I also kind of tried to mimic what I ate after what she was eating, because she was being so successful. Then in December, I decided I wanted to try to use an app to help with weightloss. Since starting that app, I’ve lost another 20 pounds. I would still like to lose about 60 more pounds, so I can trail run like a boss again.

One of the first things I did when I started losing weight last summer was sign up for the Muncie 70.3, because I had completed it in 2013 after another period in my life when I had lost weight (this was before quitting the marathon). I decided that would be my goal. And, in January, I started focused training for the event. I quickly realized two things: because of my lung capacity, running is really hard these days, and because training for a triathlon requires work in three sports, I was struggling to make time in my already overloaded schedule for quality workouts. I continued working hard until late March or early April, but then I had a triumvirate of circumstances that derailed me: my mother-in-law died, I got really sick again with some sort of respiratory illness, and I got selected for jury duty. All of these events caused me to get a little behind in everything, and what I ended up having to cut was my workouts.

I travelled to Minnesota to be with my wife for a few days after her mom died, and while I was up there, and on the 10 hour drive each way, I contemplated whether or not I could get back on track with my training, whether or not starting this triathlon and maybe not finishing would be healthy for me, and whether or not I could continue to sustain my work load while getting back on track. For me, everything (work, training, household chores, social events, church, and anything else) works together in a really delicate balance of mental health opportunities and challenges. I always have to consider what will push me back into depression or what will help me stay out of depression. I don’t know if everyone else has to do that or not, but if you do, I feel for you, because it really sucks to have life be controlled by the potential of falling back into a dark place that is difficult to escape. Being mentally healthy is a constant struggle for some of us.

I know—I can sense it in my soul, think it my mind, and feel it in my body— that if I start that race on July 12, and I don’t finish, that I will fall back into a serious depression. And, since I have been sober for a bit longer than 40 months now, depression isn’t something I want to invite into my life. I know that I will push myself to a point of pain, because I said I would do it, and I’ll be embarrassed if I don’t finish. I know that I will likely not finish within the time limit, so it would go into hte world as a DNF. I know if I have to see that in print, I will feel like I failed. And, I know at least one of you reading this would say something to me, like a DNF is better that Did Not Start. Well, for me it really isn’t at this point in my life. I know that someday I will do another 70.3 and maybe someday, maybe, I will even attempt a 120.6. But, not this July. This July 12, I will probably be hiking somewhere, having fun with friends.

Ultimately, I decided that I need to use the ten weeks of summer to create the life I want, one of getting up early to swim, walking/running, eating healthy, going for bike rides, reading good books, working, hiking, having social time, writing, planning next school year, vacationing with my wife, going to church on Sundays and taking a real Sabbath, and accomplishing some sort of rhythm that fills me up and makes me be my best.

Ultimately, I decided that I can’t afford to start a race that I may not finish. I can’t let myself down in that way at this point in my life, and I can’t push myself back into that shame cycle. I need to have exercise be a safe place that cleaves my mind, soul, and body in a way that doesn’t seem like work, but seemd like a release and comfort. I have experienced that before, so I know it’s possible.

Ultimately, I am choosing me. I am working hard to balance my social, emotional, spiritual, intellectual, physical, environmental, financial, occupational, and social wellness.

Ultimately, I am not giving up, but I am moving forward.

Two Sets of Directions and Flippy

Yesterday, I had to go get cups for my second job at Caribou Coffee, because we were running out of large iced cups, and, while you wouldn’t expect to in a place like Minnesota in January, we use a lot of large iced cups. Minnesotans love their cold brew. I had never been to the Caribou Coffee I needed to go, because it is located on the opposite side of the Twin Cities from where I live, and I have no need to ever go there, except to get cups. Normally, I would just plop that address into my iPhone Apple Maps and get there and back with no problem. I panicked for a quick minute, then I used the computer in our weird little backroom, dish room, office area and found the Caribou that had cups and used google maps to find the easiest route. Then I wrote the route out on paper, like I used to write motorcycle routes on my arm in Sharpie marker. Yes, I rode my motorcycle all the way to Florida and back and all the way to Door County and back with only directions in Sharpie marker on my arm. Needless to say, I made it from my Caribou to the Caribou 30 minutes away without incident.

Today, I went to my favorite donut shop, Glam Dolls for breakfast. I navigated my way there with no problem, but they were closed for an extended New Year’s vacation. I was incredibly sad, but my eventual goal was to end up in Roseville, so I could visit my friends at Apple, and so I could grade my students’ work before finishing my quarter three planning after work tomorrow and Friday. As I (very sadly) pulled away from Glam Dolls, I said to myself, good luck getting to Roseville! MNDOT has rerouted the entrance onto 35W from I-94, where I used to use Franklin Street and then cross 5 lanes of traffic on I-94 to exit onto 35W North, and I had to fend for myself, so I just stayed on I-94, thinking that I would eventually bump into something familiar. Just as I had the thought that I might have to stay on I-94 until it merged onto 52, which is way out of the way, exit signs for 280 started popping up, and I vaguely remembered Jack telling me that’s how he gets from where we live to Roseville, so I took the exit and hoped for the best. I am proud to report that I made it to my usual Starbucks without any problems.

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After a week of being with Flippy (this is what my lovely flip phone will be affectionately called from here on out), I have decided that intentionality is one side effect of flip phone use. Everything I do with Flippy is very intentional. Texts take three to four times as long to write, so I ask myself if I really need to say what I am about to say. Is what I am about to type really worth all of the tapping and strange navigation on the phone? I am much more thoughtful about what I put out there, because what I put out there takes more work. Another thing about being intentional is that I can’t just look things up on a whim, because I have to be near my computer. I wondered, this morning at 4:38 when I woke up for the first time—when is the first official day of baseball season? Thursday, March 28 if you need to know— and normally I would’ve grabbed my phone, looked it up, and gone down a rabbit hole of looking at things. Instead, I wondered it, said to myself, “Look that up later, Self,” and then went back to sleep for another hour or so.

Finally, I am finding that this experiment is doing just what I had hoped. Because texting is so labor intensive, I have made more phone calls to people in the past week than I have in probably the past year. I usually have three people who I call on a regular basis (and if you ask them, they will tell you it is very irregular): Bec, Merideth, and Amy. I rarely call anyone else. In the past week, I’ve talked with my parents (twice), my brother (twice), Bec (several times), and a couple of other people. Already, this feels like the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.

 

Jump-Starting My 2019 Resolutions

I decided to simply get going on my resolutions, since most of the time, when I get an itch to do something and then wait until an appropriate marker (like New Year’s, or Advent, or my birthday) to begin, I lose my itch and my motivation and end up failing. I also read an article that said if someone is going to make a large life change, they are better off not telling people until they have been working at it for a while.

When we tell people our plans for reformation, they congratulate us and are supportive and that increases our dopamine levels, so we feel really good for a short time. After about two or three months, people stop congratulating us, because let’s be real, after that long, just do the thing already, and why do we need to keep telling you that you’re awesome, but we should actually. Keep telling them they are awesome for doing that thing. In reality, we do need to keep that excitement up, because once that dopamine feed wears off, we are way more apt to stop the good new behavior and return to the old destructive one. For example, smokers quitting smoking. Let’s just encourage the shit out them forever, so they get that dopamine, which is better for you than nicotine, supposedly,

Let’s see if this year is the golden one. Let’s see if this is the one where I do the things I know are good for me.

I started this morning, a practice morning before I get my flip phone, by getting up and checking my smart phone from which I removed all of the apps last night. I checked it ten or twelve times before my brain was finally convinced that I didn’t need Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram to start my day. I did give in and check the news, but there was nothing new there.

I can tell you what this experience feels like so far: not having social media or any apps feels like when you chip a tooth and you have to keep checking it with your tongue, even though that tooth is really fucking sharp and keeps cutting your tongue. You just have to keep revisiting it.

In fact, when I came here to type this, even though I had been reading Thomas Merton’s The Seven Storey Mountain to prepare my brain for thinking mode instead of social media mode, my fingers typed “facebook” into the search bar, instead of typing “wordpress” like I asked them to. I do need to go on record as being someone who finds great value in social media, some of the time, and when I say I got into thinking mode to come here, not like social media, I mean that the preponderance of social media is done in snippets, because that it its purpose: quick, little bites of information exchange. You’ll probably agree with me that it’s a little jarring when someone posts a long, beautiful, well-thought-out piece of writing on Facebook, and that is because we’ve used it for quick bits and advertising for so long that we’ve forgotten it can be used for other things.

Keep in mind through this year, that I am not a social media hater; there is a place for social media, and its very handy for what it is, but I can’t handle it obviously, because three to four hours a day, when I could be doing just about anything else I love during that time, is way too much. All of the to say, I hope my writing improves this year, I hope my brain grows, and I hope you enjoy the journey.

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My goals for 2019:

  1. No social media, except this blog. No smart devices.
  2. Swim, walk, or run every single day. Hopefully run a 50K in October.
  3. Read at least one book each month.
  4. Meditate for 10 minutes in the morning and 10 minutes in the evening.
  5. Practice silence and listening, with intention.
  6. Eat mostly real food and fewer carbs, specifically sugar.

My mantra for 2019:

Make every day the best day.

A Christmas Run: Hope, Peace, Joy, Love

This morning I woke up at 5:08 CST and couldn’t fall back to sleep. I decided to just get up, unlike yesterday when I stayed in bed for two hours trying to fall back to sleep. I went to the bathroom and weighed myself. Yep, still a fat and sassy 250 pounds.

I ambled downstairs in my running attire and found my shoes, hat, headlamp, and gloves right by the door where I left them on Sunday. Pudge, the grey cat, helped me as I laced up my shoes and visualized my run, which was going to be a very short one mile in the crisp 17º air. I love it when I walk out the door and can see my breath in the light of my headlamp. That’s the perfect way for me to start my day.

For some reason, I think I ran too close to the edge of the road; I couldn’t get good footing to go very fast, which turned out to be okay, because my lungs weren’t really happy to be doing what I asked them to do, and they immediately (this is a new thing) started spasming. Breathing got difficult really fast, when usually my asthmatic response doesn’t start until I stop running. “Well, this is a fun little adventure,” I thought to myself, so I slowed way down and took almost 17 minutes to finish that one mile.

It was a beautiful mile, so I am fine with the slowness of it, but I’d like to just be able to go out and knock out 6 or 7 miles with no problem, like I could a few years ago before I stopped running regularly, and before I let depression and Facebook control my life. This is why my one resolution is to get my life back. I want to be able to just go run. Run a trail, run the streets, or set the treadmill (gross) to a speed faster than most people walk.

On January 12, I will run my favorite race, and this year I was hoping to run the 13.1 distance instead of the 6.55, but it looks like my goal is shifting to simply completing the 6.55 in less time than it took me last year. I am still too slow to be allowed to enter the second lap of the 13.1 distance, but I will be there next year (so she has said for five years or so?). Running for me is about setting goals, and maybe achieving them, and not being too hard on myself if I don’t, because running is about joy for me.

But, let me return to the title of my post, a Christmas run.

My favorite days to run are on holidays. The town is quiet, no one is awake, and everything is darker for longer than usual. I love to run along and watch the town come alive in the morning. Since I prefer out and back routes, on the way out, every house is dark, but on the way back (on a longer than one mile route), I get to see people waking up and maybe one light is on in the house, or maybe a guy wearing a robe comes out to get the paper, or maybe I can see in the kitchen window (if it faces the road) where a woman is getting the coffee pot going.

But on holidays, especially Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Day, I can run much later and everything is so still for so long, it’s almost as if I am the only person here, like that bad Twilight Zone episode “Where Is Everybody?”. During those quiet moments, I get to meditate, sending positive energy out into every house, and I get to pray silently for each person in each house, and I can feel the goodness and beauty of everyone, even if I don’t know them.

Running on Christmas is something I’ve done for probably close to 10 years, and it’s something I want to continue to do. I desire to bring hope, peace, joy, and love to each house, even silently, as I run past. And I want to experience those things for myself and be able to give myself grace as I reflect on last year and forecast into next year.

Yesterday was beautiful. Today was beautiful. Tomorrow will be beautiful.