I’ve just returned from time away at a place that is full of beauty. I’ve been there before, but it was not full of last year’s beauty. It was newly lovely. In fact, daily lovely. Each day, it was filled with a new beautiful. A new personality.

It felt effortless to run around this lake. Perhaps because I took my camera, ready to stop for a photo. Beauty does that. It stops you. Gets your attention. Insists you tarry for a while. I even let that guy with the knee brace on one knee pass me (several times). He was going places. I was meandering.

And so it was. I ambled along the path, jogging, stopping, walking, looking. I even threw in a bit of note-taking in my phone’s notebook app. Because beauty does that. It inspires ideas and notions. It puts them together in a way that is new and lovely and clear. And worth sharing. Perhaps blogging.

One notion said, “Run the lake, but walk the bridges.”

So I ran. And as I approached the bridge over the dam, two walkers noticed my approach and moved to the right to let me pass.

“I don’t usually think of myself as a fast lane kind of person,” I called on the way by.

“Today is your day! Revel in the glory!”

And for a moment it was okay to do just that. Perhaps even for a whole day. Tomorrow will be new. And newly beautiful.

Funny how people tell you to “just be still.” My mind is never more stilled on God than when I am moving. Perhaps God runs along or within. Revs up the Him in me.

Traditional stillness is way too distracting for me.