And really, there is no surrender - life is played in the constant stream of our awareness. No moment holds a promise to be other than what life has offered. To what than would we surrender? It only seems that there is a letting go - our truth is one of changelessness itself and we are the bedrock swept by currents told of life and thought. Nothing changes where we really are, here, this template that allows the world to be in all its many moods and shades. So we don't surrender, we simply abide in our own spacious allowance. And life continues.
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The realization is that one thing is constant - for runners it's distance. We are always in the midst of exactly where we need to be.
Peace,
Eric
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