“… 

I walk with angels that have no place 

… 

I walk 

Streets of fire 

Streets of fire 

Streets of fire 

Streets of fire” 

[Bruce Springsteen, “Streets of fire” (a little edited)]

“… 

Baby if you want to be wild 

You’ve got a lot to learn 

… 

” 

[Bruce Springsteen, “Candy’s room”]

I feel that the trail race last Saturday flipped a switch in me again, bringing back to my own self, or to my own awareness, a healthy part of me that I had forgotten or thought that I had lost. But I also keep feeling new, renewed, like I’m on the threshold of a whole new phase for myself, or already walking through the fields of a new continent. Somehow the timing of that race was perfect, with the last summer weekend turning into this first week of autumn and jumping over the hump of that “special date” on Monday that marked the very end of something that needed leaving behind for good. 

I don’t know exactly what’s going on inside of me in this moment but I have a feeling that if I navigate it well, this new season could bring a lot, especially to this boy in me.