6 weeks til Boston
A cold breezy morning and tired having worked earlier in the day, half dazed even after a massive mug of coffee, meandered through a 14 mile run yesterday around the park and streets of a Buffalo neighborhood. Wasn’t sure if I was making sense while conversing through the run, we just laughed at our faux pas. Why am I so tired I wondered, then realized in the last couple of miles that I was nearing 100 miles for the week, duh. Crashed hard for a nap after shower and a quick breakfast…
…So Joseph Campbell, the sage I go back to again and again, said, ‘it is miraculous. I even have a superstition that has grown on me as the result of invisible hands coming all the time – namely, that if you follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in the field of your bliss, and they open the doors to you. I say, follow your your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.’ Found my way home yesterday, even if by a roundabout route.