Dinner in spirit
I used to do that a lot, but back pain stopped me in my tracks (hyuk, hyuk) many moons ago.
Down fifteen pounds and feeling the goodness of having so few food substitute toxins in my system, I felt compelled to lace up and go. I thought I might run five minutes, or eight, but I made it twenty whole minutes before I had to slow it down to a walk.
Yes, I’ve run a couple of marathons, but twenty minutes was a victory tonight.
Eight minutes would have been a victory.
Or four, if I’d pushed myself to my limit.
As I slowed to a walk, I thought about Elisa. I’ve written about her before, this law student whose death indirectly–through her memorial scholarship–paved the way for my finishing law school.
She died while running.
What would she give to have twenty more minutes to run?
In my last post I complained about only being able to eat a dozen unadorned foods for the time being.
That’s twelve foods I can eat, because I am here.
Twelve foods Elisa cannot eat, because she is not here.
I wish Elisa and I could share a meal. That can never happen in body, so I must do it in spirit, thinking of her and being grateful for the abundance in my life today, an abundance throughout which memory of her will forever be woven.
Twelve foods. Twenty minutes.
One full life.