Dragging my Dharma: Sunday long run 4-28-13

I find my momentum in life mirrors running.  During the week I begin with my 'Monday warm-up' at work,  organizing for the week,  my first clients and group, head into the meat of the week as things get busier and I work at keeping my pace, with the crescendo of Friday and Saturday as I round out all the efforts I have put into 'Life as Counselor'.  Saturdays I flop into the rest of the weekend as if I have just crossed a finish line: tired and triumphant all at once!

Today,  as I found myself cruising up onto the usual Griffin loop,  I felt relatively 'unconscious' for the most part, at least the first miles,  still stuck in my dreaming head and feeling my body protest the sudden exertion after several days off the roads.  Strong spring winds cut through the intense sun,  and the vivid colors of Nature began to bring me into the present moment, as I rounded out at Ravenswood.  I was listening to the morphing of Krishna Das on Pandora and trying to pinpoint where my brain kept getting lost in the threads of my concerns.   Where one item popped up with excitement, another would come with dread.  I could hardly contain my satisfaction for 'job well done' this week, while feeling the walls building up at home.

I am obsessed with this notion of our dharmic burden.  The 'life path' we are compelled to walk which is at once so wonderfully in- and out- of our (perceived) control.  I have some sort of knack for 'entraining' into this pattern with others:  I think this is why I am good at therapy.  The artist in me is already tuned in, so I simply 'shift' into a concentrated focus on what I can 'see' is going on with another.  

When I attempt to gain this same awareness for myself,  I can find myself circling around in the morphic field of All Possibilities and Things....a decidedly difficult distraction that can come from the right brain's huge Gestalt.   Some times we need to get specific: and that is hard to do without also adding the left brain's constant editorializing of everying, and the 'opinions' of ego which show up as "good", "bad" labels.

I walked the last few miles, dropping down out of 35th St.,  proud to pull off the run, but realizing I had a ways to go still from home.   In no hurry,  I meandered through Emerald Hills and just wanted to LOOK at everything:

...as suddenly the sheer beauty of the light, colors and movement in the wind caught me in the Shift, and brought me the precious Peace I was seeking all along.

I come away as I do almost always, with the message that Mother Gaia so loves and supports us, She will find any means possible to connect with us.  She will storm the walls of our hearts,  hurl past our preconceptions,  even pounce on us with all her elements, just to reach our senses.   Lucky me:  I see Her even if it takes some miles to get there.