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Yesterday was blowy. Wind whipping things all over the place. Recycle cans, oranges, sticks and branches. When the wind comes down the hills and through our street it's something else.
Today, the sky was clear with a touch of summer in the air. As a barefoot runner, almost perfect weather. Two normal days that got me thinking.
Before I lived here, I lived in Sherman Oaks. Five days a week I'd run along the sidewalk grass through the well manicured neighborhood and feel like I was really accomplishing something. When I came to a patch of concrete, five or six steps, it was to be endured. Just until I got to that grass over there.
Then I moved to Highland Park. It was a good long stretch of concrete in places before the park where I ran on baseball and soccer fields that were intermittently green or muddy depending on the weekend's activity. Still, pretty good earthing going on.
Then I moved to this slice of heaven. The sticks and stones, twigs and branches and prickly, I'll call them chestnuts though I'm not really sure, chestnuts keep my eyes down in front of me. What a martyr I've become. Which, of course, makes me think of the Hopi's. Those people ran barefoot ten, twenty, fifty miles at a time through the Mojave with all it's assorted hazards. Not to mention the heat. Hey, it's a desert!
All of a sudden, twigs and pebbles don't seem so bad.
The thing about the Hopi's and their superhumanity was not the feat (pun intended) itself, it was the pragmatism. They didn't run for fun, they ran to get somewhere, or get something. It was transportation. Work, if you will. Which makes it all the more inspirational.
They got up in the morning, decided what they needed and ran. Until they got what they needed. Then ran home. Always in pairs. In community. Because the community was the priority.
It was who you knew and who knew you. Just like today.
Enter Eliza Roberts (@momelizaroberts on twitter and instagram). I had the pleasure of meeting her while working on Date of Honor. It wasn't as if I set out to network. I didn't. Like most out there networking in and of itself is tiresome. But sometimes God paths people purposefully.
Sure, she's in the industry and it's good to know people in the industry. But it's also good to share moments of kinship with like minded people. A little family, a little future, a little past. Connecting one human to another.
That's what makes work worth living. The people we meet aren't just connections, they're people. Some day soon, I hope, we'll get another chance to work together. But, at the end of the day, that's just a byproduct of kinship.
How you leave others is the legacy. The only one over which we have control.
Be known. The way you want people to know you. And, know. The way people want to be known. Because, when all is said and done, that's what we remember.
Blessings.
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