Reigniting the vital fire of life
Going to the mountains is going home.
Sweat cleanses from the inside. It comes from places a shower will never reach.
In this very breath that we take now lies the secret that all great teachers try to tell us.
Saturday morning, alone in the mist and drizzle. Stillness envelops me. No sound but my footsteps, the drip of the moisture from the trees, the occasional songs of the birds. How blessed I am to live in this part of the world—hundreds of miles of mountain trails, all within easy reach.
Though I usually run with a group of folks, including my wife, Shonnie, today I’m on my own. Perfect. No one to keep up with. No one to slow down for. Just a nice, steady pace—my pace. (more…)
Saturday, June 24th, 2000

