Run Away Home

I was talking to my cousin and his partner last month. They've been together almost 20 years and since they first met they've had to deal with serious issues. Sick parents, cancer, more sick parents and more cancer. I asked him how come you guys haven't just run away yet?

"We think about it all the time!" he said.

Running away. Away from the hassle. Away from the drama. Away from the pain and sadness. Because there has to be something else right?

Am I alone in this fantasy?

The dog days are over, the dog days are done. Can you hear the horses because here they come.

The fantasy of just walking away. Maybe hopping a plane and landing in a new land with a new name and a new life.

Yes it means leaving behind the good I have now and those I love here. But out there is the promise of something new. Something different. The promise to be someone new and different. To reinvent myself.

Leave all your loving, your loving behind. You can't carry it with you if you want to survive.

But running away isn't really an option is it? And when do I know it's time to stop running?

Instead I lace up my sneakers, turn on the ipod, and start running. And when my foot that has been broken too many times starts screaming at me to stop, I always have my yoga mat to roll out.

Asana is the place to reinvent my body. Sun Salutations keep me moving and breathing. Meditation turns the inner screams to whispers, and then to contented breaths.

The yoga mat is my place to stop running away from life, and instead find a way to live this life.

(The lyrics are taken from my new favorite crank up the ipod 

and get moving song):

Florence and the Machine Dog Days Are Over