The journey on a rugged can only slow your resolve, can only slow you down.
It takes you longer to get to the end, true. But the end alone is not where grace is to be found.
The interim between the beginning and that boundary dreamed of is one long moment of grace as well if you only see and see clearly.
The clue is: have mindfulness all around you.
The mindfulness of the glowing morning with its eternally glowing light of day, its promise of a beautiful sun setting in its orange magnificence.
The mindfulness of the midday when you realize you need to breathe and breathe deeply, take in all the sea air coming from Redondo Beach and the surf and the tide and the vast waters of the placid aquamarine waters of Palos Verdes, all these air convulsing in your path, converging to meet your need for chi, ruach, prana.
To be continued...
A. S. Agcaoili
July 17, 2006