Dancing Through

begin from the place where all

things unfold,

our every step follows the source

~

Running is the art of the arbitrary  - an assigned number for the day holds key significance and distance is the measure of commitment. But not really. We have given ourselves borders as the edge of our creative play. At heart we don't believe in numbers. Running is the infinite expressed in singular steps. The length of our expression may seem significant in terms of body/mind - but in truth it's the play of presence dancing through us.

Beyond this - nothing really matters.

Peace,

Eric

Recognized

no longer steps nor distance intended - only

presence unfolding to a

singular moment

~

My goal is to simply recognize myself as the presence that unfolds as distance - to allow the grace that naturally occurs in a moment of pure recognition that we are separate from no-thing. From a single mile to one hundred more it really doesn't matter past this moment.

Peace,

Eric

Choiceless

choiceless - and distance proceeds

each step

no matter

~

We are without choice or will - we are played through by the divine as its own expression. It certainly seems that we have chosen to run, to push ourselves to the extreme or quit before our time is done. And yet that's just what happened. It was perfect. More so it was perfection. Of course we will argue that this just isn't so. Until a certain point - and then we let go. We get out of our own way and allow- we allow grace to speak and move and play through us. The way it always has. But this time we will be aware of our choiceless participation.

We'll join in the play.

Peace,

Eric

Proceed

a continuation - our steps caressed against the

earth. And deeper still is our

undoing

nothing else remains...

but one caress

~

If we allow it - we find our continuation in all that proceeds a single step. 

Sway

So much unnoticed - as if our eyes were meant to
view the world but not the secrets of its
gifts.
Yet grace appears in the faith beyond
our senses...it's the sway of leaves
dancing in an unseen breeze.

There's a holy breeze constant in its giving...close your
eyes and sway

~

Running is motion expressed through awareness - it's our acceptance of the invitation to take part in the conversation of all things. We see a leaf swaying in the wind for what it truly is - an invitation to dance.

Peace,

Eric

Dissolved

dissolved - self to ground and

every step we rise as

new

~

In the absence of a runner - there is motion, distance and the truth of who we are. 

Peace,

Eric

A Simple Plan

our steps know -

the perfection of the

fall is found by

letting

go

~

Our steps know earth, gravity and surrender. The rest is details. If we trust in the perfection of what each moment holds - even if it's beyond our thought filled comprehension - there is no distance we can't cover.

Peace,

Eric