Beautiful, clear late winter day. Quiet Tuesday at work, but I am full of non-specific hope. I am unfocusedly hopeful. Is it the anticipation of spring? Are my female hormones shifting? Do I smell change on the horizon?
Why do I automatically assume a correlation between feeling full of hope and the coming of a change? Is it the cyclical nature of human emotions and feelings to anticipate and hope for change? Is it the quiet that allows the gestation of these thoughts? The birth of this pattern of thinking and this feeling of hope?
Yes, I am having a yoga moment. (Am I having a flow moment?)
"What the world doesn't tell you - because it doesn't know - is that you cannot become successful. You can only be successful. Don't let a mad world tell you that success is anything other than a successful present moment. And what is that? There is a sense of quality in what you do, even the most simple action. Quality implies care and attention, which come with awareness. Quality requires your presence." (Tolle 270, A New Earth)
Applied to running, this would mean taking certain pride and joy in every single step and each and every breath. I don't see how one can run well otherwise.
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