The bright Light of our Life eternal
‘Have you ever run in Richmond Park before’?
The lady asked as, I handed in my bar code at the end of Parkrun on a glorious sunny September morn
‘I’ve never run Parkrun here before’ I said – ‘But I first ran in Richmond Park forty years ago… We ran around the edge, we had to find the path and clamber over fallen trees and brambles for some of the way…’
Yet – essentially the park is unchanged – the same it ever was – the deer roaming, appearing from time to time for us to gaze on and wonder at; the trees the ponds; the gravelly paths now cutting their way through where we once ran on tracks – the rocks and stones and and the sweet soft grass.
My running steps nowadays are often to be found circling the Royal Parks of London – and the royal connections to Richmond are said to go back further than any of the other parks – beginning with Edward 1 (1272 – 1307)
I stood on the turf watching the runners run by, feeling the energy of the morning gathering and of all the people that have gathered here, there, everywhere, in this park.
Treading the same pathways, but each journey different
Their own to tread, making their own path by walking it…
Form appearing and disappearing… We are but a flash of energy, here for awhile, and then gone….
No form permanent
Everything changing, being born, disintegrating and dying.
But the bright light of our life eternal always there.
In each of us as we make our way on this human journey…
Running round and round parks for the whole of our life – if we care to!