We lend ourselves to motion - yet it is to stillness we return. It's this center point that holds the truth of our existence. We are the dynamic coming and going of all things, the slide to matter from the immaterial, the expansion and contraction of earth and sky. We are the breath of the universe. Running is no less than a singular act of our largeness in the same moment that we are recognized as the smallest part of the whole. It's the perfect order of things. From stillness we run - to stillness we return.
Peace,
Eric
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