A Constant Reach

For even now we are in motion - our stillness no more than gathered space dancing as the grace of light. We are constant in the reach of our expansion.

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And so we know that there is no where that we leave off and the world begins - it's just that constant reach, the drive to expand and know ourselves as motion. Our form goes along for the ride. This is the true experience of running - bringing our awareness to finite points along the infinite way.

Peace,

Eric

Observe And Become

The amazing thing is that once we choose to observe the path - we become active participants in its unfolding. We have collapsed events to the singularity of motion and become joined in the flow of all things. Our bodies are the illusion of form against this stream. Running is the joy of being with the whole. To observe is to remove the veil of separation and join the mystery - the creator is now the process as well as the creation. To observe is to create and be displayed at once. And so we know ourselves as the witness and more we are the scenery. We are art and running the means of our display. Observe and Become.

Peace,

Eric

Manifestation Of Path And World

From our steps - a

prayer.

And on this path we make the world.

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Every thought is indeed a prayer - a singular creative force multiplied through repetition. What we think we become. We are an answered prayer of our own accord. Distance brings with it the spread of time and thoughtfulness. We are in a constant prayer that shapes our run from first step to last thought. This brings us to one question* - are we joyful?

The answer is found only in our prayers.

Peace,

Eric

*Are we at peace, content, happy, blissful...

The Secret Of The Yogi

Attached to neither ground nor air - we travel. Detachment is motion through the tangles of life. It's the secret of the Yogis. To detach is to identify with the spaciousness of our holy nature - to curve ourselves around the existence of every person and object that enters our life and yet allow each the freedom to maneuver. Running is simply the shift to this identity - from the solid grasp of ego's nature to the grace of letting go and Being. We meet out true selves through distance and mirror its ability to allow all things to pass unopposed. The yoga of distance running is to recognize ourselves in completion and know that even in passing nothing remains in separation - every mile is part of us and we too are joined as scenery and seer. With nothing to lose - we have nothing to hold. Run free.

Peace,

Eric

What Promise Will You Make?

Before thought and steps settle firm against it - the world has no existence. And we run in the potentiality of the moment.

All things are possible.

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We are told by science that all material objects are made of atoms and between atoms are sub atomic particles dancing through a void. Spirit tells us that the void itself is filled with the very stuff of our existence. In truth we are what can't be seen. We are the nature of faith and that's what holds this and every world together. Before each step our world has yet to solidify and holds only promise. In that precious moment before our foot's caress - what promise will you make?

Peace,

Eric 

The Secret

Distance does not recede to passing steps - the infinite is immeasurable to our stride. Yet we have gained a glimpse of it. And now nothing else will do but run some more.

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Broken down - we are a molecular field intermingled within a larger field of sameness to a degree. In fact we are all distance narrowed to a singular point of observance. The secret to every run is in knowing that we have already arrived. And never left at all. The finish only waits for our awareness.

Peace,

Eric

Mystery

Between each step - a mystery. And that's the nature of the run. We are not looking for answers but further questions of the soul. Distance provides our template to the infinite. Our stride becomes the means of exploration. It's more then running - it's a meditation on the mystery between steps. We are more then runners - we are explorers of our infinite nature.

Peace,

Eric