The Path of Moments

I go spinning down the funnel of my emotion seemingly too often.
However, this is not of surprise... for my humanity demands it.
When I do slide and rotate to the common bottom... somewhere... sometime...
Something/Someone gathers me together again.
I am there brought again back to the top.  Wherever this might be.
Sometimes instantly.
Life is A PATH OF MOMENTS like this... repeating itself in my emotion.

Holistic Distance Runner's!  After an exceptionally strange, but beautiful, recovery run today, I am confirmed again of the nobility and grace of our efforts.  I should think we all consider ourselves an experiment of one each time we head out -- for long distance running merits one of the most ardent efforts a person can undertake! 

Have you been here... Although I began the day with no expectations to run; refrained because of strange issues and sensitivities with regards to recovery; the path of moments opened the door for a heart felt run when the mid-day came.  I locked myself into the moment of a recovery run... observing every foot plant... and now on the other side of that universe -- it seems I have become another human being!  Better, more balanced... cured in motion.      

I am reminded of a quote by Mark Twain... "Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours."

I suppose sometimes I might wish that my emotion would ask my permission to entrance or exit!  Yet I know foolishness when it raises it head.  So indeed we runners run... holistically speaking, we cope. It is the fiber of the distance, the fusion of time and the energy of the effort which delivers us again to sanity.

Running distance might very well subconsciously teach me that it is not feasible to think that "mood' can be maintain as I desire it to be.  So I do see that time out in wildness does cool my soul... it does clarify my mind... and with force.  Force is what unruly emotion needs to come to temper, for there is a vast collective quality of life which makes it bearable. 

Though running long distances cannot provide unaltered mood; considering logically both the good and the evil IN emotion; running distance DOES provide something different from which I bear right now!  Running distance promises this without fail.  And this "difference" is what my path, this moment, calls for!  Run out ofter yourself!    

In Our Wildness

Why must the human heart be squeezed in order for the noblest expressions to come forth?  Why must what we need of love and affection sometimes seem to take so much work, or so much sacrifice... and have the potential for so much pain?  I cannot hope to know.  So I go out into the wilderness and place myself over miles and miles. 

If I can be removed from the tatters of modernity, then even better.  In our wildness there is sanity.  For in wildness; our own wild design; is where we find any degree of preservation, of hope, of inspiration and any degree of love for others.  

It is in the depths of wildness that one meets kindness and has it out with Him.  It is against wind and rain, against tempest and storm, against heat and dire need, in WILDERNESS, that we face our selfishness.  We run and float through the spectrum of our personhood...

Spiritually ~ how pure desire shines... how great hope lives!  Individually ~ how little we really need to live well!   Instinctively ~ how simple our wildness!  Collectively ~ how vast the need we meet in others!   Socially ~ what crazy demands we find jumping into our path!  Politically ~ how failed our understanding of human interaction!   Only sun, wind, rain, air and earth can mend!      
So, wilderness teaches me that I am squeezed because I am supposed to be contrite.  I am suppose to be humble.  Love and affection take so much effort because they ARE noble.  Love and affection generate the depth of energy within us BECAUSE they are the fiber of living! 

So, run into the wilderness I must.  I can find no sense anywhere else.  It calls to me as the Sirens.

The Fine Line

Preface:   A THANKS to the hearts who have inspired me to this day and to this moment!  I have never approached a ‘Blog” out of superficiality, or duty and obligation, yet from the depth of the passion I have for the nomadic life.  As we shall see, there might be many more that yearn and hunger for the holistic aspects of distance running and the expression of their humanity.  Pass on a special place and hopefully this forum can provide a good foundation for the many regular, daily revolutions we should all expect!  

THE FINE LINE

Have you been injured?  Well… are you a distance runner??!  Whether you are injured now, or have just come through a recovery, you might have already begun to discern the existent “fine line” between rehabilitation and re-injury.  I like to call it “the dangerous place”.  However, that place in ‘getting better’ is sometimes a place we must be!

The premise here is this: Who is a serious efforted distance runner who has NOT been injured?  So!  Let’s take a minute to look closer at this “fine line” in our process of overcoming what we have faced or do face.  It is often the holistic runner’s greatest desire to simply be out covering miles normally and naturally.

Our rehabilitation is a process to our running naturally again.  It is because we covet this freedom so much that sometime we cross the “fine line” to re-injuring ourselves.  We have a need then…  we need to be able to softly dance through each facet of our rehabilitation respectively… the need to be gentle and patient… dancing on “the fine line”, while holding steady without demands. 

In the need for rehabilitation and recovery, there is usually a specific tension.  Sometimes mystic and sometimes painful! Returning to normal condition, and a natural running expression without pain, often demands a steady mind to hold us true.  True through tension and discomfort… keeping ourselves strictly on “the fine line” until we pass over to complete recovery!  Remember, it will come!!  It WILL come!