I am blessed. I love (my) life. Everything I am and have, I owe to everything and everyone.
Thank you one and all, for I am truly blessed.
May you all enjoy happy holidays and a wonderful and fulfilling 2016!
Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.
hope you're alive and kicking! ;-)
Two days ago I had an awesome run, one of my best actually! I went out before sunset and returned well past it. I was listening to my "Marathon Tape" a collection that kicks ass and grooves the shit out of you, even if you just want to stop and lie down. I was so enthralled, running through the empty starlit night, right next to the water’s edge, just loving it - feeling high!
When all of the sudden I was chased and surrounded by 3 hideous hounds, I responded instinctively, screaming, yelling, arms flailing and the like, didn't make any impression...
Read part I+II here
Part III: I’m a happy man
The rays shine through my window though there’s no glass
I’m enjoying sand and sea rather than chills on wintry grass
The sun’s strong yet gentle shining with vigour
I’m bending again with ease, losing my rigor
My mind’s a-rolling, my heart’s a-tumbling
I’m on fire but also the flame , I’m not stumbling
I’m dancing on the inside, even in the shower
Things become clearer, rising in power
I’ve looked, retired and looked yet again
All the while advancing at times only with strain
As it’s flowing around me, I surrender,...
It’s October 1995, I’m back in San Jose, Costa Rica roughly 4 months into a 6 months trip, my first big one, little did I know then what was to follow. Upon waking in my humble posada, the same room where I had a few months before scribbled something on the wall regarding Jerry Garcia’s demise, I realized I had to come back to this magic world of travelling and exploring, after all the whole of South America was beckoning me. There and then I knew I had caught the travel bug! :)
A mere three months after the previous successful 3 day challenge, I decided to up the ante and break the hitherto yearly pattern. A carefully selected trail through the woods for the first day and a concrete one for the second and final one served as the stage for this latest feat. Naturally I was going to run barefoot as well.
I roam the woods in awe and wonder with bare feet and my heart full with nature’s bountiful plunder. My feet frolic on softly cushioned trails, if stones and pebbles show there spikes , I trust them to be brave and bear their plight. I lose myself in clouds and fields, gazing afar and also close.
I often stop to marvel at
To make things slightly more interesting and challenging this time around I decided to try to run 100km in 3 runs (42.5+25.2+33.6) on 3 consecutive days and quite naturally barefoot of course. Well the first days went rather smooth so I went for the marathon distance! My very first too! ;-)
The second day was
I’ve spent all of my winters but one away from Europe since I dedicated my life to explore the wonders of the world, little and colossal, both within me and around me. Therefore I consider myself really fortunate to manage to exclude myself for the commercialization that seems to culminate in a particular horrid shade of wretchedness around this season.
Far removed in mind and person I’m able to concentrate and reflect on the past year, be grateful for the many highs of but ever more so for having possessed the fortitude to surpass the lows that inescapably weave themselves into our lives...
Yes, it has been already more than 20 years and what turbulent times they were back then. I had turned vegetarian on June 1st of 1994, so just a few months prior. In autumn I was planning my first big trip to Mexico and Central America. So one day around mid-October, still living with my folks, I awoke in a strangely
After a somewhat cathartic epiphany I discovered this enchanting little hideaway. Next to a river, hidden in the woods I camp, while the wide riverbed is my personal playground. I bathe, sit, read, contemplate and meditate. I marvel at...