MIND AND MOTION
EDITION #6

Table of Contents

• PEACE AND PATIENCE

• SIGNPOST 🪧

• MY TRAINING

• MY CURIOSITY

MIND AND MOTION
PEACE AND PATIENCE

I listened to the rhythmic wet slap of my shoes on the ground, my eyes were getting hazy from the sweat on my eyelashes, and I let myself get lost in my breath. I was running at a good pace, I felt good, fine, not bad, definitely not bad. I was moving nicely. It was my opportunity to step outside and move toward something, toward a distant grove, or bridge, or turtle on the side of the trail. It was something I can’t contain in a single form of writing. There was something special about today’s run. Peace and patience were my motto while I ran outside with no music, ominous clouds sparking in the distance, which gave way to a bit of rain, and large collections of pollen stuck at the back of my throat. I wanted to go faster, but I told myself “Peace… be patient” so I did.

Along the trail there were moments when I wanted to be at a different part than I already was but, “peace… be patient” and I decided to be where I was rather than where I wanted to be. I met a turtle, and I met a bald eagle befriending a vulture smaller than it over a dead deer. Strangely comforting to see the two bonding over a meal. I saw some of my favorite bodies of water as they always are, moving as they move, the same way I remember from the last time I saw them. I was baffled at how close I got to a cardinal getting a very clear look at Ohio State’s bird.

There’s something so wonderfully peaceful about being able to move like this. You move with life itself, whether I was walking or running, or wheeling, or something else, I was moving, and around me, life was moving too. I can remember a time running on the same trail when I saw a baby deer frozen by my presence, and I was the same, frozen by its presence. After getting a good look at each other we parted ways, and I kept moving. Birth, life, death, and something deeper in between.

Sometimes I forget. I’m my own worst enemy by trapping myself in my home, writing and working endlessly. Convinced that more time at a desk is going to make me more money, eventually buying me time, and eventually buying my freedom. But as I said in this last CRAFT EDITION sometimes you have to have your heart stolen to remember what it was that you already had. And don’t worry, you can get your heart back. Sometimes all it takes is a step, and that step is a step of your choice. That’s the freedom we already have, and life will move freely around you, and you will move freely around it.

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