Ancient knowing

Ancient knowing.

Complete understanding.

In a land far away.

Magnificence awaits hidden deep below

By the din of the banal, by the din of the ordinary.

My soul blossoms in the eternity it finds

Surrounding me all around.

Near the ocean, the waves come in

And, I hear uttered close within,

“Alleluia”

In a moment of instant recognition.

Everything that was all knowing,

Appears.

Near the ruins of centuries past, the wind whispers

Softly in my ear, the symphony

Of a hymn sung long past.

Taking away the clothe of my suffering.

The banality of my existence.

Like the Phoenix rising from the ashes,

The divine that lies within stirs.

Ancient knowing.

Complete understanding.

In a land far away.

Woman down…

The running week is now complete.  An almost another 40-mile running week.

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Yesterday was a scary day in Newport though. We had a woman down.

At about 9 miles in, we turned onto the Cliff Walk.  It was there that the oppressive heat and humidity just hit my small little group.  There is something about that Cliff Walk, probably no coverage from the sun.

Those in my group decided that we were going to cut the run short today.  I was trying to get in 13-miles, however, it was just too oppressive.  So, we turned down the first Cliff Walk intersecting street – Narragansett Avenue.  We were halfway up Narragansett when Danielle, dropped to the ground.  It was just Ron, Danielle, and I at this point and we did what we needed to do.

Danielle was very sick.  She couldn’t get up off of the ground.  A casualty of heat exhaustion setting in.  Heat exhaustion can cripple you.  For her, she had cramps all over her body and was vomiting.  Her fingers and one leg refused to budge.

These are her words:

“Today was a very difficult run where I re-learned a very important lesson. 1st goal was to run 16 miles after 8 miles I decided I would run 13 miles instead by mile 9.5 I started to cramp up and decided I needed to head back to the car then by mile 10.34 I was laying on the ground, shaking, dizzy and wanted to go to sleep/throw up/poop (which I did TMI) I know.

Thankfully Ron and Robin did not leave my side and I asked them to call Charlotte Armstrong to pick me up.

They were all great and helped me through a very scary situation of heat exhaustion(I was a big baby freaks me out when my body shuts down) I couldn’t feel my hands or my left leg.
The reason I share this with y’all is a friendly reminder to HYDRATE, Slow your pace down in the heat and fuel properly (all things I know) but obviously did a poor job of this morning.
Feeling much better now and thankful I was surrounded by good people to help me and that Diane Souza was kind enough to drive me home.”

Running can be very dangerous.  I myself have suffered from heat exhaustion but was lucky enough to get myself into a very cold shower.  We didn’t have that liberty with Danielle.

I have known folks who have gone into cardiac arrest while out on a run.

Heat, humidity, compounded by long-distance running is not for the faint of heart.  You have to know your body well and sometimes that is not even enough.

Long-story short – Danielle is OK.  The code in running, or at least my code is, never leave a man (woman) down until the coast is clear.  So, Ron and I stayed with Charlotte and Danielle until she was more coherent.

If you a runner, heed Danielle’s words above.  This is serious stuff.

All in all, it is a great group that I am proud to be a part of!  We take good care of each other…

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Today, I headed out for a three-hour trail run at the Blue Hills.  Danielle’s heat exhaustion on my mind. Many things go through your head when all alone on the trails.  Like what if that had happened to me.  What would my course of action be?  What if something worse befell me?

One thing is for sure, I can’t allow that to stop my training.  However, it does always play in the back of my mind.  I don’t allow fear to rule me though.

I managed to pick a good solid route for this run.  I used the Colonial Road Runners 10 Mile Fox Trot Race route.  But, gosh darn there was one trail that I just could not find the connection for the life of me.  It drove my bonkers going back and forth.  Finally, at two-hours in, I gave up and improvised.   All in all, it was a nice route.  I finally broke down and paid the $3 for an official Blue Hills trail map.

This is my map – not a lot to work with after it got wet and tore apart.

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Needless to say, I ended up getting closer to 13 miles in. On the trails that are demanding.

I have TWO-speed workouts planned for this week, one on Friday, which I never run on Friday…then an 18-mile run on Saturday and a 5-hour trail run on Sunday.

I am now reaching the pinnacle of my training.

This is going to be a tough coming week!

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The deep blue sky

Stillness and then everything ceases.

The clouds break and above appears

blue, crystalline sky.

 

I toss all that is swirling into the clouds

as they slowly escape

taking my hopes and dreams

taking my thoughts and feelings

taking you with them.

 

You struggle to stop it and I see a cloud

rise above.

I push, I push, I push

it away

into the deep blue sky above.

 

Down floats a feather from the blue,

blue sky.

All that remains of what I let go of.

What I let be taken away.

 

It floats and floats gently down

until it

settles near my feet,

softly landing  into stillness,

reminding me of divinity and union lost.

Reminding me of you.

 

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Lake Winnisquam – touching the three lovely NH towns of Belmont, Sanbornton, and Tilton.  A new, beautiful place that I am coming to love each week more and more.

 

 

 

 

 

Sat Nam.

Sat Nam.

Inside of me.

 

Sat Nam.

Shining through the illusion of self.

 

Sat Nam.

The true identity.

 

Sat Nam.

The only existence that matters.

 

Sat Nam.

The divinity that lies within.

 

Truth is my identity.

The essence of all that is

like a mirror shining on the cosmos.

 

Divinity rests inside

to be discovered like

a seed as it grows.

 

Sat Nam.

Awaken my soul.

 

You, yes, you.

You, yes, you.

You stopped me in my tracks tonight, yes, you.

I walked outside, and you were ever so near

yet hidden in the dark underbrush.

 

I was in a foreign land, far from home.

You startled me with your chorus.

 

I stared off into the blackness, you caught my attention.

Who were you all?

Singing as if you were a grand symphony

all in unison and somehow not, but it all seemed right.

 

I, busy with work, preoccupied with all I had to get done.

You caused me to pause for one brief, fleeting moment

in admiration of your brilliance.

 

Yes, you.

You stopped me in my tracks.

Perhaps hundreds of you.  Maybe even thousands.

Who knows?

 

Tree frogs and insects and other magnificent creatures

I could not name.

For one minute, I ceased all my thinking

as you serenaded me in delight.

 

Whom am I?

I thought.

I am nothing compared to the mysterious livings

of a world outside my grasp.

Magnificent, living creatures

far more than I

 

You, yes, you.

I can still hear you from my window.

You who know more about existing than I.

Shush, let me listen.

 

 

 

 

Come, come and dance

Come, come and dance.

Dance with me

in the sacred dance.

 

Come, come and dance.

Shed away all that is illusion

protecting and fielding

a human life.

 

Come, come and dance.

Strip away all the falsities of a parade

marching by with

flamboyant costumes and masquerades.

 

Come, come and dance.

Take off your garments

throw off your ideologies

and sing with me

in all your great nakedness.

 

Come, come and dance.

I breathe in all that you are

and I breathe out all that I am not.

We too are intermingled.

We are one.

 

Come, come and dance.

Dance the beautiful, stirring,

liberating,

sacred dance.

 

Come, come and dance

with me.

 

The call to live everything…

THE CALL TO LIVE EVERYTHING

One of the sad things today is that so many people are frightened by the wonder of their own presence. They are dying to tie themselves into a system, a role, or to an image, or to a predetermined identity that other people have actually settled on for them. This identity may be totally at variance with the wild energies that are rising inside in their souls. Many of us get very afraid and we eventually compromise.

We settle for something that is safe, rather than engaging the danger and the wildness that is in our own hearts. We should never forget that death is waiting for us. A man in Connemara said one time to a friend of mine, ‘Beidh muid sínte siar,’ a duirt sé, ‘cúig mhilliúin blain déag faoin chré’ – We’ll be lying down in the earth for about fifteen million years, and we have a short exposure. I feel that when you recognize that death is on its way, it is a great liberation because it means that you can in some way feel the call to live everything that is within you.

One of the greatest sins is the unlived life, not to allow yourself to become chief executive of the project you call your life, to have a reverence always for the immensity that is inside of you.

 

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John O’Donohue

Excerpt from WALKING ON THE PASTURES OF WONDER
John O’Donohue in conversation with John Quinn

Inishbofin / Co. Galway – 2017
Photo: © Ann Cahill