What does the moment say? It whispers: wake up. This time here is short. The mistaken mind that says we have all the time in the world but life can leave at anytime. Take the opportunity that’s been given to breathe and pay attention right now. (more…)
Since I’ve been getting out there each chilly morning this week, I’m noticing beauty in the uncommon details such as the delicate frost resting on the greenery that still remains. It has opened me up to a liberating world, and was feeling inspired and grateful for this experience, so I jumped in at the end of my run and and created this short recording:
Taring down the self-limiting beliefs about the dark and cold has been liberating. Connecting with my breath and physical”ness” in this way is a reminder that I’m alive, and at the same time shows me how my life and physical existence will also pass quickly. Complacency and lazy excuses about the dark and the cold only serve to hold me back. Regret will not become part of my experience. (more…)
Sure, I need to add a few more layers each morning, but that in itself if where the challenge lies. Yes, it was nice to run all summer long and enjoy the most amazing conditions, but when those pass away I can look back and appreciate them while they lasted. This in itself is a great practice on letting go and allowing what IS. (more…)
I was out a few nights ago running after an unexpected exchange with some co-workers who really set a fire under me to take a look at what’s been holding my workouts back.
I love to run, but the cold and dark has freaked me out, but why have I let the dark and cold keeping me from doing what I love? Running has become like my pulse and an inspiration for the Morning Cool Down podcast. By allowing the weather to have an influence over my workouts has made me remain in this limbo over the past few months. It’s time to get out of my own way!
It’s officially day two of running in the morning darkness. Precisely at 6:30am I stop all work, get on my gear– hat scarf, gloves and headlamp– yes, a headlamp, which my friend Libby gave me last summer so I could continue knitting into the evening darkness while on camping trips. However, I found a more immediate use. (more…)