we are such stuff as dreams are made on

Thursday evening I stood up from my perch at my jeweler's bench, looked out the window and set out to chase a sunset. I hastily changed into running clothes, pat my best girl on the head and drove towards a route I had never run before. In an attempt to explore my city (and the smallest state) and to create some sense of adventure in my daily life I have set a goal see how the bike paths and city connect, bridging paths to bring us city dwellers into nature. I want to see the city on foot, able to ignore one ways, seeing views on my feet I would usually see from the car, being able to stop and breathe it all in. On this evening I chose to find the path which allowed me to cross a bridge I have driven over hundreds of times this bridge was my path between home and work, leading me from one city to another and to and from two things I loved. 

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As I drove towards this bridge I saw the moon, full, luminous and emerging from behind the trees in the town across the river. My sunset run turned into me chasing the full moon as it grew, rising up, ready to light the night. 

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As I ran towards the moon my chaotic mind cleared, my thoughts and worries slipped away, my body moved fluidly, my lungs took in air, pushing it through my body, refreshing and nourishing me to my soul. I felt at ease, I felt a smile growing on my face, unforced and natural. Surprised to be smiling while on a run it occurred to me at that moment there was nothing I was worried about. I wasn't focused on whether my form was proper, how far I would or wouldn't run or the work I left behind on my bench. What I noticed was I wasn't worried, I was in the moment and my smile grew effortlessly. 

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Focused on the moon I moved effortlessly over the bridge, over the river, unsure of where this footpath led me, cars passed melodically and I ran free, light, knowing the bridge would take me towards the full, glowing moon. From the corner of my eye I saw the city, my little city as it started to become a silhouette in front of a faint sunset. Seeing this glimpse made me feel at ease as I knew, eventually I would be turning my back on the moon.

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I turned, absorbing the fading glow of the sun. Watching the sky turn from blue, to gold, to pink and finally back to blue again. But now it became the humble blue of night. The deep blue which lets the city light up the sky, the deepest blue which creates a backdrop for the moon, embracing the moon's beauty and letting her rise and shine. Under the blue sky I gained speed, putting one foot in front of the other, faster and faster returning to where I started. I felt new, whole, full and yet light simultaneously. 

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My lungs were still pumping fresh air into my body, my breathing heavy as I walked towards the river again. I paused here to take in the moon's reflection as it danced on the water. For the first time in months, or what seems like forever my day had ended -or started- with gates open to a new road ahead of me, lit up in the night sky, ready to guide me.

Only once I had returned to my car did I notice that I had just run the fastest three miles I have ever run since I started out on this running journey on the 20th of August, 2014 when I ran my very first mile without stopping. Without that run, without the person who ran by my side that day, without him telling me I can do anything, I just need to try, I wouldn't have had this full moon run, nor would I have had the few hundred runs in between and I wouldn't be as strong and confident as I am today. Thank you curls, for the gift of running.

PS: I am going to start sharing more here on running, hiking, my love of nature and passion for adventure. Without these outlets I wouldn't be the jeweler I am today. The confidence I gain follows me to the bench, as do the sights I see on foot, the flowers I run past, the colors I see in the sky, the reflections in rivers and puddles, the organic shapes, the man-made skylines. They all come together and are expressed through my tools, in metal, made into works of art which people like you and adorn ourselves with.  

Thanks for reading, following me and encouraging me. xo, kim