Remember

The goals I have for this new year are mostly personal, spiritual and emotional. Yes, I do have quite a bit I would like to achieve physically - my first 100 ultra - but ultimately I wish to make these goals part of a spiritual agenda. An advancement of spirit if you will. The key to this is simple remembrance - to remember spirit first in all things. The great thing about remembrance is that it allows room for forgetting. We're not saints (not yet) and we will make mistakes, we will be unkind and thoughtless - we will forget the advancement of spirit. Until we remember. And then we begin again. Starting with ourselves - we will remember and we will be kind to ourselves and forgive ourselves and once more offer the best if who we are to others - knowing that they too often forget and that they too will remember and offer (again) their best to us. This is grace. And for you...may 2013 be filled with spirit and grace.

Peace,
Eric

2012

It's the end of the year. Many of the goals I laid out for 2012 have come to pass - I've run and raced more and set PR's from 5k to 50 miles. My training went well over all with a higher weekly volume than ever - I topped 2000 miles for the year by far. My writing was consistent if not always inspired. I wrote daily in the blog and poetry again became a regular feature.
I was, however, unable to make the improvements in business and in pursuing a livelihood in nutrition (plant-based diet) and hope (again) to make this more of a priority for 2013. Funny how some goals slip by while others are so easy to pursue.
I had hoped to heal my relationship with my wife and I guess in many ways we did - we became closer, sharing races and dinner and enjoying each others company on a level we have missed for some time now. Ultimately I failed though and the year ended in divorce. From here, honestly, I don't know where to go - healing I guess but I really don't know how. Maybe I will in 2012.

I'll save my upcoming goals for another blog.
I hope you have all picked out worthy goals for yourselves as well!

Peace,
Eric

Two Sides











 



From my lips...

The night is torn by the
whisper of your name.

Two sides of infinity.

Distance.

And my longing to be
near you.

 

 

~

 

 



 

We pray - not for answers - but for our voice to

carry onwards and farther and perhaps a

moment found listened to by

something larger than

ourselves.



 

 

 

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Running/Therapy

Running is therapy. More so than virtually any other form of exercise that I can think of - there are plenty (lifting, martial arts) that help alleviate tension and aggression - but for working through issues mentally or letting the conscious mind go blank and the subconscious take over - running seems to top all for me. The longer the better. When the run is over I may be no closer to a solution to a given problem - but I am calmer, more focused and definitely relaxed. All of which will put me in a better place for problem solving. I hope this new year finds you all trouble free - but if needed - go for a run.


Peace,
Eric

As The Earth

Rain,
And I stand…willing
Myself as the
Earth –
Grateful in receiving.

 

 

 

 

 

~

in the passing of all things we are the witness

constant to it all.

 

 

 

Rain falls and the earth receives - humble, accepting and grateful in the

gift that aids seasons and the bloom of life. We are of the earth and

we too bloom in the faith of gifts both seen and unseen.

Heaven rains in a constant

presence.

May we be grateful in our

reception.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Divorce

Divorce is terrible. It's been terrible for me - yet I know for many that it is the only option in a sad or unhealthy situation. My wife and I had lots of options yet somehow never took them. I will always regret that and I will always wonder why. We both could be difficult to live with but it always seemed easy to overlook. She was/is my best friend and having the marriage pact of our relationship end rips a hole within the very fabric of my being. It seems incomprehensible to me. I knew the day was coming, the day of our divorce and right up to the very moment of it ending I still believed she would take my hand and that we walk out together - knowing we were happier, better, being together than apart. I don't know how to heal from this. I'm told I will. Maybe so. And again maybe I won't. Maybe some wounds don't heal, aren't supposed to heal, a physic scar visible only to the heart. I don't know. It seems there is much I don't know. I do know - divorce is terrible.


Peace,
Eric

Swept Aside



 





And then at once I am
The wind,
Having swept aside
Illusion’s form –
And joined my spirit to the
Breeze.

 

~

 

There is nothing that we are

apart from. The illusion of distance, time and

space keep us bound to ideas yet

reality rest beyond the concept of

thought and

self.

 

There is a world unseen turning

soft against us.

 

Urging us to join....





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