Running Through the Sprinklers

It's that six year-old instinct that kicks in-
Spontaneous, wild and free.
It catches me off guard sometimes,
But I invite it and allow it
Often.

Today on my solo jog to the bay, while my husband slept off a late night at work,
I decided to take a new path through the grass.
I tend to take new paths when I'm alone.
I'm not a creature of habit when it comes to my wanderings.

The energy began to build under my feet,
With each rise and fall of my running shoes.
I heard it before I saw them-
The swish swish swish of the massive sprinklers at the south end of the park.
It was a split second decision.
And a good one.
I ran a nice distance with cool sprays of water coming at me from every angle.
There was much squealing involved.
Soon my soul was drenched and blissful.

This is what it's like to be baptised
In joy.

These are the simple moments that I feel so alive
That I could just burst open
And send energy shooting in every direction.

The energy stays with me all day.
It is my shadow on the jog home.
It is the words spilling out onto the page.
It is the orange paint across the canvas.
It is the brave ideas that flow like water as I make the bed and feed the dog.

It is available to me- to all of us- any time we choose.

And it's as simple as taking a run through the sprinklers,
Or however you choose to answer
The call of your inner six-year old's heart.

Pray tell, my friend. How do you tap into your energy?