The Landscape of Crazy Coincidence and Catharsis

We went for our usual run at Mud Pond on Sunday and found this sign at the bottom of the long hill that I know, now, like the back of my hand I have run it for so long...

Cody's Run.
A new trail.
A new trail named Cody's Run.

I didn't bushwhack this trail.  Kara didn't bushwhack it.  Presumably some folks from The Fellowship of the Wheel did it.  (And did a great job.  The trail is gorgeous.  Wide, smooth, lovely hills, beautiful wooden bridges... it was a joy to run on it.)

But how amazing is it that Cody died less than two months ago and now there is a trail named after him? Cody, who spent countless hours running at Mud Pond, who loved our runs as much as us humans did?

I wish I had a picture of Cody running, but this Cody-as-reindeer will have to do. Those eyes say it all anyway...

Anyway, I just had to post this.  The coincidence of this trail being built now brings me such happiness. I savor the ability I have to draw connections... to thread the trail to the dog to me... to make meaning out of the way they all interact.

Landscape is, indeed, a living, changing, connecting thing.

Gratefully yours,
Tam