The perfection of our run is not measured by our performance. Running distance is beyond concepts such as finishing times and medals - they are the fringe bonus of our actions. Perfection isn't measured, it's realized in awareness as each steps plays out its role to make a stride. We are nature's art and our steps are used as brush stroke of her perfection against the earth. To judge ourselves unworthy of our role is to judge mystery - the brush displays its faith in the guidance of the artist's hand. We take no missteps. We are guided in a singular purpose of learning to express ourselves as love in any given situation. In this regard not a single mistake is ever made. As the distance of a run spreads before us - we surrender - and greet each step as opportunities of our expression. Love, faith and gratitude.
Peace,
Eric
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