Ruth Partridge

Running the slow lane

21st July

Short run training tonight 1km x5 working on flow and balance.

Sky Runner by Emilie Forsberg is such an inspiring read. She runs because she loves it and runs to live.

Run often, Run far,Run short,Run fast,Run slow
But never run away from the joy of running.

So tonight I met more in the lane than ever: two tractors, two vans, one car, one horse, one runner, one walker.

The highlight was that the fields have just been cut and the gates left open. I decided to run the one which has a flat part to the top. That was good for pace. Then the long sweep to the bottom was fast and then the run along the bottom which is bordered by the trees in the valley. I’d seen the hare, so I knew he’d be there . But I was in for a treat – his partner and four half grown leverets.

Just like Emilie – there is joy in running.

Day in the Garden

These lot are such fun to watch – simple pleasures are sometimes the best

Sky Runner

By Emilie Forsberg

We were all built to run – all you have to do is put one foot in front of the other
Emilie Forsberg

A veil of cloud hangs between moorland ridge and green lowland hills
Like grey cloth hung on a line;
The air is still;
A luminance behind signals transience of shower
And captures  the moment
before
Earthy spores release from heavy drops
In deliberate fall of summer rain
A primeval  dampness prevails
As arched stems bend forward,
Frothy clouds of spent willow herb shroud the foliage beneath;
Rain dances on the canopy above 
Drips steadily branch to branch
Of sodden grass
And slippery stones beneath;
The wind picks up 
In soughing of the trees;
The view diminishes;
Stillness is lost;
The haunting beauty
Becomes a memory.

When hopes are dashed

When hopes are dashed 
And all around seems dull
And uselessness prevails and all thoughts take downward turn 
Head to the lanes  
And breathe 
Look the mist and the rain in the eye
Run headlong into the wind
And stride towards the hills; 
Oh to be out on the road 
Going not wither or where
Taking all thoughts and questions 
Releasing them into the air.

If I could

If I could, I would surf the waves
If I could,I would be a sky runner 
If I could,I would write a book
If I could,I would climb the world’s mountains.

Yet I can ride the waves of a storm
Run the depths of the lanes 
Write words that inspire 
And help in a way that moves mountains.

From the Cliffs

First glimpse of sparkle on the sea
Glistening shards-
Fragmented light;
A luminance of glass
Shimmers effortlessly 
Across the flattened surface 
Of subtle hue of cornflower blue 
And teal;
A mesmerising amalgam
Between pastel land 
And powdery sky; 
That wide band of light 
Tye -died and fanned;
An array like
The stroke of a brush 
Glazed across the canvas;
A smudged horizon 
Boundless
Indefectible movement of sea and sky
Creating beguiling changes
From play of light; 
We are drawn to watch.