holding the sun between my fingers

I am focused on what I am after
The key to the next open chapter
Cause I found a way to steal the sun from the sky
Long live that day that I decided to fly from the inside
(Shinedown)

 Early Sunday I run holding the sun between my fingertips. I run with Jerry and Liz, we are in the process of reaffirming our love of the North Downs and the beauty of creation, we worship with our feet, our conversation and our own aboriginal thoughts. We climb a long steep hill, ahead Jerry turns and tells us not to look up to where we are going but to look back at where we have come from. This strikes me as a profound metaphor. Last week I was on the fo'c'sle of a tall ship straining to see ahead into the thick fog, we were sailing blind. This is how my life often seems. I think that sometimes it is right to look back at the monuments that we build throughout life to point us onwards, looking back enables us to see ahead, it is right to pause and take in the view. At least this is what I believe and hope and if we find some faithful companions to journey with us then even better.
When we return to the car I drink cold chocolate milk.