How to Train for a Marathon…

Many people embark on the journey/goal of running a marathon. More and more are interested in pushing themselves to states of peak performance. Yet, how do we train for a marathon other than running a longer distance, over time; in effect, we run further and longer than the marathon itself. That’s how we train!  That’s how we get ready for something that can seem so long, and like such a tremendous feat:  We aim even higher than the actual goal.  Boy, that’s got me thinking…

There’s got to be some kind of distraction while our muscles are working so hard; and while, in the beginning it’s so challenging, before we realize it, we’ve just keep going, and we keep going. Kind of like my last sentence. The whole movement itself becomes sort of like a sitting meditation. We might not be able to wrap our minds are each and every step, but at some point – we trust our steps.

Of course, not everyone can run a marathon. But, I guess that’s up to the runner and the runner’s body to decide. What do we risk? What are the costs involved? Why do we do such things? What is self-development all about? Can we really improve the lives of others, just by being and becoming our best selves?

Freebies.

Everything in life is an exchange,

Then you dry up.

Because… you just want to run free without the…

chains that are made when we bind to one another…

You give and give and give: and you realize:  HOLY emptiness!

HOLY junk!  HOLY room full of noise – and none of the voices are really

Yours. Are they?  Honestly?

All of a sudden a reflection isn’t there. There’s NO ONE on the other side of the glass…

But wait; there is… Plenty of tender, precious lifeforms.You get so wrapped up

in loving each one; each distinct and precious flower.

Plenty of people to Pay attention to, who desperately

what to be SEEN, loved.  YOU are ONE OF THEM!

And then, you just start the cycle over again, until it becomes so obvious that

WE LOVE EACH OTHER – should be your only password.

Mercury Retrograde in Gemini; I choose to write

According to Pinterest – “Nerd Descending a Staircase” (in lieu of Marcel Duchamp’s “Nude Descending Staircase”) I respect both works of art…artist with spoof is unknown.

Dear friends, readers, visitors, angels in disguise,

I’m living in multiple realities right now – as crazy as it sounds; I know it is, and it’s okay. There’s truth to a reality in a moment of being, and we are in shifting states continuously – maybe some more than others, at times.  I’ve been observing astrological movements for some time now. Though I am not very old, nor very young; I have a certain perspective. I am not really able to share my particular perspective with you right now, directly.

In lieu of this, I discovered today a ‘classic’ astrological piece on Mercury retrograde – as well as it is relevant and updated for the present time.  Please read here  if you are so inclined and/or curious. I don’t know the author personally, and I am not advertising for them – nor anyone for that matter. I do believe that we have a level of control – but also with Pluto retrograde – I have been experiencing a deeper understanding of what control is not… and what control is… There’s this exploration with a higher power, a guide that has movement and no face. A guide that has presence and no demand of space, matter. True love. I feel deeply loved. I am going to use those words, “higher power,” in the interim – for words happen as though they are composing themselves. They seem to want to compose themselves more and more with ease and flow, while coming from the cauldron that is my physical body, this temporary vehicle.

I’m am so totally with this journey, and no language/picture is apt for its depiction at present. Even those words are understating. Mundane concerns take precedence right now, as reality is doling out to me my spiritual path. One step at a time, one decision at a time. While Mercury is retrograde, what are “the details;” and what is the ‘bigger picture’?  There’s no difference. It’s the tiny decisions we make throughout the day that have seemingly invisible repercussions. It’s about sweeping the steps, regularly. It’s about cleaning the dirt off the metal parts so that corrosion doesn’t break our precious devices – our instruments of living. It’s about the actions that seem to not be of significance on a small scale, but successively build into the reality that we live in.

Yes, I am thinking of delicate things like butterfly’s wings, gossamer things, features with negligible  substance, but great capacity.

Realities like Chuang Tzu who dreamed he was a butterfly or was it the butterfly dreaming he was human.  Which? Both simultaneously, I suggest…

There’s no either/or; there is a suspended state, an in-between.  It’s the moments when we open up to expressing our own reality/personal, small perspective, or truth (in the moment) – no matter how unpopular, well-received ( or small), no matter who is watching, or who cares/doesn’t care; and despite any extra designs and scaffolding around it (there’s always scaffolding). Grammar is duty, is diligence, but so is servicing the voice without terrific restraint. We make choices. I choose to write what I need to write. I choose to open myself up to be ignored, dismissed, deemed unworthy. (3rd house Chiron in Taurus).

This is a worthy risk for me. Without the voice, there is no growth, no understanding, no becoming…

Meet Naoto Matsumura, The Guardian of Fukushima’s Animals

A beautiful story that I read this morning…

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Naoto Matsumura is the only human who now lives in Fukushima’s 12.5-mile radiation exclusion zone in Japan.

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At first he fled the radation-riddle area, but he returned soon after to feed his animals.

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Matsumura then realized that there were thousands of other creatures that needed to be fed, as well. The 55-year-old says he knows the radiation levels are dangerous but refuses to worry about it.

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“They told me that I wouldn’t get sick for 30 years. I’ll most likely be dead by then anyway, so I couldn’t care less,” he said.

When he first returned, he saw that thousands of cows had died after being locked up in barns. He freed the creatures that had been left tied up by their owners and takes care of all of them.

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Today, most of the creatures rely on him for food, and he works entirely on the support of donations and…

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