Heaven Parting and Earth Pounding

 

There are times when running outside and pounding the pavement can be ethereal for me. When the pain of the body leaves for a moment, and the magnitude of nature takes over all other senses, leaving me breathless. 

There are moments when all I can do is stop and bask in awe at what I am experiencing, as the clouds dance and shape-shift and the ground is tickled with sky-shadows and light. It feels like watching Bob Ross having a masterpiece painting party, with the Heavens as his vast enchanting canvas. 

Sometimes, the veil can seem so thin, especially as I climb the hills of Spokane, and take in the view from above all the troubles of the chaotic world below. Endorphins fill my soul with a freedom that only exists outside amongst the clashing of Earth beneath my feet, and Heaven above my head. 

Sometimes, Heaven and nature sings, and I hear it. 

I feel it. 

I felt it today while running. 

It felt like a hug from God.