The Magic in a Forest Run

Once in a while I stay in bed past 8am. Which is luxury. 
Depending on the state of the soul.
This morning it was failure. The word that rung over and over again in my mind. There was so much I wanted to accomplish yesterday, but didn’t. So I lay there. Eyes closed. Trying to forget. 
An hour later I got up. Groping my way through the hallway, my foggy eyes eventually focusing on familiarity. Nothing had changed from the night before. 
Outside my window the pea soup fog bowl shimmered. Here for another day. 
I did the usual. Made a coffee. Sat down to read. Fed the spirit with something other then the self-imposed misery.
Eventually the sun sparked fragments of surprises through the window. I needed to go outside. For a forest run. 
Today was counter-clockwise of the Lynn Canyon Loop. 
This forest is a work of art. Its canvas is green. Elongated trunks shimmer with tonal bark. Light gleams in the shadows. Every trunk is different. Regal in its stature. 
As I run uphill I think how magnificent our lives are to have this. There is no hatred in the forests. Only love, and peace. 
We breathe in. We breathe out. 
No expectations here. 
Roots show up. Rocks unturned. Birds flee our paths. Leaves scatter fallen. 
At one part of the trail I find myself chiming how grateful I am. Then a myriad of stones come underfoot and I make a mantra in my mind: I am grateful for my feet, my ankles, my knees, my thighs, my lungs, my heart, my eyes, my ears, my hands and my thoughts. 
Another runner travelling the opposite way passes me by. 
Soon I am running downhill. Heels first. Focusing on my feet. 
The foghorns beat on in the distance and I come upon the sounds of the river, the rush of the water. 
I continue on in a steady pace alongside. 
Moments of yesterday soon forgotten.

The Denial of Grief

Often when we lose someone close to us we hear the words, “Watching over us.”

As in their spirit flies high. Disconnected from earth.

Recently I was gifted with a new perception.

After loosing my pal, Cath on Oct. 31, 2012, I took a walk with an insightful healer who illuminated a new path of grief for me. A different perspective.

Instead of her being an angel watching over me, she is everywhere. One with the earth.

In the wave of the ocean, the breeze of the wind, the scent of a flower, the sun in the sky and in the white of the clouds.

All around me.

Everywhere.

In this I found comfort.

The Law of Spirit

Trust. Sometimes it’s intuition. Other times it’s following maybe a certain guideline.

Often I hear people speak about the Law of Attraction.

What we put out there, in manner, voice and attitude – comes back to us. Contemplated by the Universe.

So goes the manner of the law. Abide, do good. You’re ok.

But instead of being the strong arm, I heard yesterday the best version.

To follow the law of spirit.

A Half Moon Tonight

Won’t be long and I’ll be peering up to the sky in an African night. I ponder this in awe. I’ll be continents away from where I am today.

The world is so big. Our mother earth so round. Cultures are diverse, while so many people cross the lands.

What is spoken here, may not be there. What we may laugh at now, they may sneer at tomorrow.

I’m sure they sing and dance more then we do here. To celebrate life.

I’m so curious to know, what makes them grow.  Their spirits, their souls, as all is unknown.

Their challenges are more and real to this day. Then what we may face on any given day.

So I look up at the moon, and one thing I know – we both see the same thing… a half moon tonight.

It’s my time to go and see and explore. To document the hopes and the wishes from those afar.

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Thank you.

Jane Victoria King

Tangled Thoughts

Tempted to stop thinking. Sometimes there is no point. You can’t always change what is. Perfectly fine to accept things though. Probably something called destiny? Perhaps.
During my second viewing of the Men Who Stare at Goats I took pen and paper and jotted down some thoughts. Can we control life or does life control us?
I know what I know. This is me here I am. Like it, or not.
A showcase of thoughts without answers… Rambled reflections.
Dreams may manifest but it’s the heart that dictates the reasoning. Or does it? Should I go there and do this or that or not. If it feels right – do it!
Truly, the point is do we do what the universe tells us? Then the river runs to it? Can we let go of the temptations and lust for what should be? Is it right or is it wrong? Who said it must be and we must do that?
You do. No one else.
What if exists. Here’s how:
The future is yet unborn, the past is old and dead, the only time is now.
Time to carry on and listen to thy heart.

A Double Egg Yolk Day

It cracked and out came two! With that my face saw a grin and I said to myself, “Today is going to be a good day.”
I likened the double egg yolk in the frying pan to be an omen of goodness. I’d already done my road ride, complete with some speed work. Not to brag or anything, but somehow I managed to cut off 11 minutes on my usual one hour length road ride (the turnaround point). So of course I had to ride farther. Hastened by the growl in the stomach, I made it back home in two hours, one minute and 27 seconds.
The rest of the day went splendidly. I worked as hard as I could for as long as my arms would let me. Today I was sanding old stripped varnish off of a wooden boat’s cap rails and hand rails. Sometimes bending over, occasionally on my back looking up and at times from my hands and knees. I was gagging in teak dust by the end of the day. Happy to make it home to jump in the shower and freshen up. Exhausted but with a good feeling of productivity. It must have been the eggs that kept me going!