Sometimes inspiration comes in the strangest forms. Like a strange hybrid of Jar Jar Binks and Sam Worthington becoming my inspiration for overcoming my fear of bad knees and taking back my joy in pounding along wooded trails. Yes, it's true. Avatar got me running again and I'm grateful. The joy of Jar Jar Worthington finding his legs again, and racing madly into the day made me realize how much I missed doing the same damn thing. For the past few weeks I've put the running shoes back on and delightedly taken to the trails around the property. This morning I ran past sleeping cows, a pond reflecting the sunrise, a creek bouncing through rhododendrons, through mud and over logs and back again. My endurance is nowhere yet, and thats okay. I'm not trying to run a marathon, I'm just doing the simple things. Like not accepting limitations that I'm not sure are true. So there you go. Thanks Mr. Cameron and Jar Jar for helping me find my legs again. Beautiful.
--Dan
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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Isn't it great and mysterious how old things crop up again. I was out in the yard yesterday, looking again at my recurring interest in gardening. I guess you could call it gardening. I kind of putz around, playing with water and dirt and plant life. I'm not sure what exactly I'm accomplishing as things die or don't die. High desert is a heck of a place to try to attain flourishing. So I realized yesterday, I really have no plan, and there is no place to arrive to where I will feel I've completed some vision for the yard. I just show up, and stuff happens. Life seems to be about doing stuff. And the stuff varies, and some stuff gets done never to crop up again, and other stuff recurs, reminds us of a more abiding interest.
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