One of us lives on the east coast. One of us lives on the west.

One of us lives in a rural community. One of us lives in a city.

Both of us wander. Both of us witness. Both of us write.

This is a record of what we find.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

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,

1 comment:

  1. Thanks, Tam. Connections are wonderful, especially when they have such meaning.