I don’t know what else to do today, but run.
Messed up foot or not, I’ll find a way to run. Slow, short, painful or not, we run. We will think the same thought as we lace up our shoes, and step out the door.
And step after step, our runs will become a moving mantra of peace. a silent prayer. a quiet vote for a better world. an infinite, unending gesture of love- passed like a baton between every last one of us. And I can’t help but think that somewhere, all this energy must be converging and washing over the people who need it most.