Trolls

I’m back to trolls. They call, quietly, in the dark. They swim in the water and climb up the rails of old bridges under a crescent moon. They wait for a careless passerby, not paying attention, that they might snatch with their clawed hands and drag into the black waters below.

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Running on Faith

Running at night helps my mind not see the distant trees. I know I’m running 7 miles, so why does it matter about the trees in the distance and how long I’ve staring at them worrying about how slow I’m going? Thoughts, like gear, also can fit into the mission essential, useful, or stupid categories. If I am focusing only on the process, after having committed to the plan of running a 7 mile strip of land, then I don’t need to worry about anything else. Just run. And that is each step. Each step, running in the fog at night, is a chance to make that step a good one. CrossFit has the same approach with make each rep count. They don’t mean to make each rep a PR. But instead to make each rep as good of a technique as you can. CrossFit is about functional fitness, not lifting weights. Functional fitness is about living life well. If you scale workouts to where your level is so that each rep is something you do well, focus on form not result, process not product, then you’ll get stronger. The weights change, but the approach doesn’t. The distances of a run change, a 4 mile run used to be my long run, but the process doesn’t. Battles and wars change, but the soldiers don’t.

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Turn

A four day weekend. Everything in the state is on fire. The valley is filled with smoke. You can stare at the sun and see what looks like a orange. According to several of the tv shows I’ve been binging on, this is when the vampires rise up and take over. No worries here. I’m […]

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Searching for Yew

The Celts marked, among others, the in-between spaces as magical. Those areas between the water and the land, the grove and the field, the time between day and night. These were magical. They were change. Looking at Celtic art one sees movement in the swirls and circles and knots, showing their understanding of the connectedness […]

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Into the woods

I drove to a state forest that I frequent. I needed to think. It had been an emotional weekend for me, some ups and downs, and the night before had been particularly long as I drove back to Oregon. We had broken up and then mended back together. It was my fault. I had been […]

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The Hanged Man

I have been given exactly what I wanted… days with nothing to do. I have bookshelves filled to overflowing with various books. They are in no particular order (philosophy is in that general direction, poetry is over there… except for Graves, who’s over there with introspective writing with Thoreau, who is nearby environmental writings…). And […]

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The Green Man

I recently attended Faerieworlds in Oregon. I’ve gone several years now and this was the first year that I started with the opening circle dance and finished with the last act, camping out the entire weekend. I loved it. I always do, but this time was different. It was at Hornings Hideout, lots of trees […]

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