It's the way things are - simple, elegant and a
grace lent to those who
follow.
~
Of course we forge our own way - we make our own world in accord to the force of thought and will. It only gets us so far. There is a subtle ease to reality - no bird in comfort and wellness struggles with flight. Flying is the natural expression of a bird and is as prayerful as any word spoken in mass. A bird is not confused by its nature because there is no whispered doubt within its mind. Flight is the shared synchronicity of wind and command. And then the bird surrenders to the air.
We know motion - running is an extension of our being. Flight given to the ground. Trust that there too is a greater synchronicity between steps and earth and breath and air. Our command to self is run. There is nothing more to do - but surrender to the way.
Peace,
Eric
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