Why not start with an epiphamy?

The last time I had an epiphamy, I was feverish with either B grade celebrity pig flu or the common flu just stealing some paparazzi time. I was staying in a little beach house down the coast and I was there for some thinking time, I needed some space from a pile of problems. But instead of sorting out some tough life issues, I was snorting out through boxes of Kleenex tissues. I wanted to spend time in quiet solitude and there's nothing like a sore throat to make you speechless.

Anyway, there I was trying to evoke a sense of higher purpose, get my thoughts straightened from a higher source. For the first three days I just moped about, looking closer down at my naval than up at the light. Maan, why do I always end up in the wrong relationships with people who start off telling you how nice they are, and then end up telling you how nice they were?

Aaargh, it's all crap. Potential friends should apply with their insurance rating stamped to their forehead - "Yes, she had 6 crap relationships in one year." I'd be looking for the one with "20 years no claim bonus", or the one with "full, comprehensive (with added fire and theft cover)". That would've taken care of the ex-friend who set fire to my fringe back in the 80's when hairspray was with fruit & vegies in the food pyramid.

Well back to my epiphamy. On my last night at the holiday house, I went for a walk along the beach under a setting sun which I might add, was one of the most glorious sunsets I have witnessed for a long time. My dog was busy scampering about in the grassy dunes and I stopped walking and just stood still, looking out far to sea. The sky was mesmorising in it's rainbows of colour and biblical cloud scapes, the subduing sunlight caught every possible corner of the sky and water creating even more sublime textures and depth. I stood there just accepting and absorbing the sunset with all my five senses. It felt good.

All of a sudden I just felt like running, so I ran. Dog's being dog's, Tig's ran too. We both just ran. And ran, and ran some more. The sinking sand grabbed at my feet trying to slow me down, and the wind hit hard against my body, but I ran further. My flu made me tired and I my sore throat burned dry from the dry oxygen, but I kept running. Tig ran faster, so I ran faster to keep up. We ran for a good kilometre until I finally had to stop from utter exhaustion. I collapsed into a sand hill, grasping at air with my lungs and laughing at my dog who was laughing at me. I looked back at the sunset, it was gone.

Somethings go.

I realised then that instead of just passively watching the beauty of time, I had become part of time. I had run through a sunset. I was part of a tiny moment that seperates day from night, light from dark, growth from slumber. My silly little life had become entwined with the certainty of the universe. As the sun sets every day whether we see it or not, I too had to move on. I then let my last few dodgy months go down with that sunset and I decided to just begin another day when I woke up tomorrow. I couldn't control or predict the weather but at least I needed to be there to either collect the rainwater or dry my washing in the sun.

Epiphamy - maybe. Common sense - definitely.