Friday, 23 December 2011

Life is the great Fable.

This land, the true Albion.

Like the wind sweeping you up the hill,

so does the Universe aid you in your quest.

And if you will but sense its presence,

you will find the strength, the courage

to persist,

to persevere

until you've reached the top.

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Faith, for if you knew the

length of the road ahead,

you may fear your inability

to complete the such a journey

and would never strike out

upon the path or even its origin.

It is precisely that

unknowing

which strengthens us most.

For you know not

the day nor the hour,

thus you must prepare to achieve receive

the fruition of all your

dreams & efforts

at any

and every moment.

Live a life of 'prepared expectation'

and the face of your dreams

will always be able to find you.

We are all One. To give to another is to give to one's Self!

There is nothing to teach, nothing to accomplish.

There is only to give, and to receive.

To do both well is to know God.

Your relationships with and emotions toward others

are a direct reflection of

your relationship with and emotions toward yourself.

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This journal entry was written the day-after an * E P I C * hike in the hills near my home-at-the-time.

The day before that hike (12/21/2011), I had gone on a long run, and was fittingly sore and tired when I began the hike on 12/22.

No sooner had I begun, I wanted to be done.

I put up a mental fight, knowing the next day (12/23, the day of this entry) was a travel day and I would be sitting a lot. Plus, I was traveling home for the Holidays, which would mean even more sitting.

Still, despite the impending sit-fest, my mind (and body) would have been alright with me just calling it quits on this hike and going back home.

I shook this off -- mentally and physically. We hike.

If you've ever hiked in the area of Malibu Canyon, you may have experienced some pretty legendary gusts of wind blowing in from the Pacific. A region-specific blend of salt, cold, and vigor.

I lived 11 miles inland from the ocean. So far up Malibu Canyon that it was now called 'Las Virgenes Canyon'. Often, the gusty squall that rolled in from Malibu had dissipated by the time it got to my place. A breezy 5ish mph zephyr to blow through my imaginary hair atop my bald head.

Today was a zephyr day. Beautiful and calm. Bright and magnificent like so many Southern California days (even/especially in late December).

The moment I mentally made up my mind: We hike; I was on the first and steepest incline of this route.

Out of nowhere, a somehow-still-salty-11-overland-miles-later Pacific gust hit me in the back at 25 mph.

Like a guiding hand on the small of my back, The Wind stayed with me the entire way up that first, steepest hill. A sustained 25 mph Wind carried me up a hill that typically takes 22 minutes to tackle in its entirety -- in just over 12.

The *moment* I reached the top, The Wind promptly guttered out and returned to that 5 mph zephyr, where it remained for the duration of the two-hour hike.

I couldn't make this up. My imagination wouldn't allow me to be so on-the-nose.

Life is always supporting us.

I'm terrible at seeing this sometimes.

And sometimes I'm awesome at seeing it.

Life supports me, whether I see it or not.

🌬Lucky me. 🌳💚🍀

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