Gratitude and sadness

For some reason there's a slight sadness in my heart tonight. It's been a long day, and a busy day. I didn't get my run along the Mississippi River in today. The sadness could be that my pace today has been rushed and chaotic (a sense of panic erupting as we are now less than one week away from Pet Haven's Fall Benefit) -- too much going on and my spirit calling out to me that I need to slow down.

I notice Missy and Mister tonight. They are peaceful. Their eyes are telling me something. I want to feel the peace I see in their eyes. I am grateful for them.

Tonight I had to give a presentation -- in my presentation I incorporated William Stafford's poem "Ask Me":

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.

I feel an undercurrent in my gut tonight.

How often do we get swept up in the current of the river, and before we realize it, we have arrived somewhere and we don't even remember the journey?

I want to remember my journey.