From the moment I woke up yesterday, I knew it would somehow be an especially important day. It began with baking and some early morning deck thoughts.
The day continued from 5:30 to 9:30, prepping vegetables and peeling off layers for the perfect Ratattouli.
Now it's almost time to swim and there's just enough time to say Thanks to all the encouraging friends and family. Thank You.
Peach Classic this weekend and another beauty day is upon us.
Rest well.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The Beat
Waking with the Rhythm,
Flowing as a Breeze.
Waking with the Pulse,
Growing like the Trees.
Breathing with the Rhythm,
Try to catch a ride.
Breathing with the Pulse,
Lasting like the tide.
Resting with the Rhythm,
We can feel it come.
Resting with the Pulse,
Another day is done.
Thanks to Cedar Hill running trails. You were the training highlight.
Thanks to Elizabeth, our Yoga Guru, for another great session and encouraging conversation.
Rest well.
Flowing as a Breeze.
Waking with the Pulse,
Growing like the Trees.
Breathing with the Rhythm,
Try to catch a ride.
Breathing with the Pulse,
Lasting like the tide.
Resting with the Rhythm,
We can feel it come.
Resting with the Pulse,
Another day is done.
Thanks to Cedar Hill running trails. You were the training highlight.
Thanks to Elizabeth, our Yoga Guru, for another great session and encouraging conversation.
Rest well.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Almost?
Is there such a thing as almost? Almost what? Almost where?
It all comes down to perspective.
My first reaction to this weekend's race was, "almost." Almost had a great swim.
500m in the swim, right there, in the mix of the main group. Sweetness. Here it is. 1000m, still there and the green Tache suit swims up beside. Sit the hip. This must be good if I was ahead of him. 1100m feet escape. 1105 sprint to catch. 1150 feet escape. 1155 sprint to catch. 1200m feet escape. Sprint. Sprint again. Sprint again. Feet are gone. Pack swims past. Three more past. 300m slow solo.
Almost the swim. Almost.
Almost what? It just was, and now has been.
The external emphasis is almost, while the internal locus is.
The external emphasis can create expectation, which in turn leads to an externally influenced outcome. Or, we choose the internal emphasis. This is us. This is. Are we the emphasis? If we are, then we control the outcome.
The origin is ultimately from our choice of source, which requires conscious focussed thought. The other is a pre-packaged, pre-programmed, particular prescription. Our choice.
Our expectations clearly lead to outcome. Why do we so often choose to expect the externally expected?
It's there. It's easy. It's microwavable and ready right now. It has 85% of your RDI for 16 essential vitamins and minerals.
Who cares about your pre-determined RDI? It's absorption that matters.
We control absorption.
Almost what? Almost nothing. All that is, just simply is, and that is the internal locus, the internal emphasis.
So, initially the reaction was almost. Now it just was, and next will be according to choice, as always.
Great 3h with Sugar Cane through the fields today. Lots more learned this weekend which will sort itself in the next few. For now a thank you to Geneva, the Finger Lakes region, and all the cool people I've met in the past couple days.
Make the choice, and Rest well.
It all comes down to perspective.
My first reaction to this weekend's race was, "almost." Almost had a great swim.
500m in the swim, right there, in the mix of the main group. Sweetness. Here it is. 1000m, still there and the green Tache suit swims up beside. Sit the hip. This must be good if I was ahead of him. 1100m feet escape. 1105 sprint to catch. 1150 feet escape. 1155 sprint to catch. 1200m feet escape. Sprint. Sprint again. Sprint again. Feet are gone. Pack swims past. Three more past. 300m slow solo.
Almost the swim. Almost.
Almost what? It just was, and now has been.
The external emphasis is almost, while the internal locus is.
The external emphasis can create expectation, which in turn leads to an externally influenced outcome. Or, we choose the internal emphasis. This is us. This is. Are we the emphasis? If we are, then we control the outcome.
The origin is ultimately from our choice of source, which requires conscious focussed thought. The other is a pre-packaged, pre-programmed, particular prescription. Our choice.
Our expectations clearly lead to outcome. Why do we so often choose to expect the externally expected?
It's there. It's easy. It's microwavable and ready right now. It has 85% of your RDI for 16 essential vitamins and minerals.
Who cares about your pre-determined RDI? It's absorption that matters.
We control absorption.
Almost what? Almost nothing. All that is, just simply is, and that is the internal locus, the internal emphasis.
So, initially the reaction was almost. Now it just was, and next will be according to choice, as always.
Great 3h with Sugar Cane through the fields today. Lots more learned this weekend which will sort itself in the next few. For now a thank you to Geneva, the Finger Lakes region, and all the cool people I've met in the past couple days.
Make the choice, and Rest well.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Home is Peace
Breathe in. Dark blue sky, rustling branches, cool summer air, warm wool sweater, sheepskin moccasins, cool face warmed with the steam of hot tea. Breathe out.
I am at home.
Breathe in. Waves breaking, sand rushing, pebbles sliding, onshore breeze, green mummy bag. Breathe out.
I am at home.
Breathe in. Cold snow squeaking, slightly damp feet, roaring stove, ice melting, dinner cooking. Breathe out.
I am at home.
Breathe in. Weightless, rocking, tipping, steady, Dip in the fingers and toes. Cold. Air dry. Breathe out.
I am at home.
Once again, sitting at the lakes edge I was struck by the infiniteness. How old? How far? How Long? How?
Driving back to town, a new feeling emerges. It could be described as feeling "At Home."
This is it. Here I am. I am at home. The amazing part of it was the feeling that home is everywhere.
Think back to where you have felt "home," and each time and place may share one thing in common.
Home is created. We create a home in which we rest, recover, and breathe. We can share our home with whomever we choose, and spread it wherever we travel.
For the past month Jazz, Jude, and Finn have shared their home with me. Thanks. I definitely feel at home.
Feeling at home is the ultimate in readyness and preparation. We all feel the most rested, recovered and race ready when at home.
Make yourself at home, and know your readyness.
The whole group is ready for action this weekend:
Andrew is continuing his World Cup tour in Tiszaujvaros. You are a World Cup racer dude! Inspiring for certain. Keep up the stellar work.
Kerry will make her World Cup debut in the Tizz. You're ready for this one Kerry. Have fun with it!
JP, Aaron, and Sharpie will be offering lessons to all who participate in the Gatineau Sprint. Bro's . . . make it so!
Alex, Kyla, and Christine are race ready for the Sprint. You know what you will do!
Scotty will be signing autographs after the Squamish Triathlon so be ready with your book of famous people!
I am back on the Olympic Distance train with some fun in up State NY, Musselman style.
Updates upon arrival.
Breathe deeply and enjoy being alive every moment.
Rest well.
I am at home.
Breathe in. Waves breaking, sand rushing, pebbles sliding, onshore breeze, green mummy bag. Breathe out.
I am at home.
Breathe in. Cold snow squeaking, slightly damp feet, roaring stove, ice melting, dinner cooking. Breathe out.
I am at home.
Breathe in. Weightless, rocking, tipping, steady, Dip in the fingers and toes. Cold. Air dry. Breathe out.
I am at home.
Once again, sitting at the lakes edge I was struck by the infiniteness. How old? How far? How Long? How?
Driving back to town, a new feeling emerges. It could be described as feeling "At Home."
This is it. Here I am. I am at home. The amazing part of it was the feeling that home is everywhere.
Think back to where you have felt "home," and each time and place may share one thing in common.
Home is created. We create a home in which we rest, recover, and breathe. We can share our home with whomever we choose, and spread it wherever we travel.
For the past month Jazz, Jude, and Finn have shared their home with me. Thanks. I definitely feel at home.
Feeling at home is the ultimate in readyness and preparation. We all feel the most rested, recovered and race ready when at home.
Make yourself at home, and know your readyness.
The whole group is ready for action this weekend:
Andrew is continuing his World Cup tour in Tiszaujvaros. You are a World Cup racer dude! Inspiring for certain. Keep up the stellar work.
Kerry will make her World Cup debut in the Tizz. You're ready for this one Kerry. Have fun with it!
JP, Aaron, and Sharpie will be offering lessons to all who participate in the Gatineau Sprint. Bro's . . . make it so!
Alex, Kyla, and Christine are race ready for the Sprint. You know what you will do!
Scotty will be signing autographs after the Squamish Triathlon so be ready with your book of famous people!
I am back on the Olympic Distance train with some fun in up State NY, Musselman style.
Updates upon arrival.
Breathe deeply and enjoy being alive every moment.
Rest well.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Nourishment
From Wednesday there has been time to consider food, and I suppose the underlying question which remained unwritten, "What truly is the food which feeds and nourishes us?"
Our body is nourished through multiple elements: thoughts, emotions, reflections, friends, family, earth and air. These are of course just a few.
Triathlon happens to be an effective canvas on which we can test the various colours and forms of efficiency and nourishment. A wise friend told me, "Change your thoughts, Change your life." I like this, how about, "Create your thoughts, Create your life."
Thoughts can be amazing nourishment. A single ounce of thought is powerful enough to create an infinity. It can manifest anything in the cosmos, real or unreal. It can nourish each aspect of one to one million bodies from then, to now, to tomorrow. Thoughts are full of nourishment similar to emotions.
Last week I had the privilege of a pretty cool conversation on the impact of emotion on sport. Emotions have the ability to nourish the bodies aspects. They can create wonderful things, and achieve magnificent feats. They can also destroy, which is why some emotional energy also requires a fee.
Reflections are free and nourish the body just as their name suggests, through mindful awareness and understanding. Reflections nourish from then, and on forever. We view reflections within our Self, and also through friends and family.
Friends and Family have the ability to create nourishment & also magnify it one billion times. They can provide a sounding board which both reflects and amplifies. They can share the most powerful of all energies, and reciprocating nourishment. They can provide a single spark to re-start our own deep fire within. We can effortlessly reflect all this in return.
Much like we are impacted and fueled through friends and family, we receive nourishment through our relationship with earth and air. The earth provides all of which the organism could ask. Each and every of the trillions of cells within the organism has its own relationship with the earth and air, as do each each organelle within every cell. Through mutual understanding the earth nourishes the cell, just as the cell nourishes earth.
There are clearly multiple rivers and streams through which nourishment enters our body and Self. In the body as in nature, the same water runs through each river, both originating from, and returning to the same ocean.
The choice remains with us, here and now, to open and allow the river to flow with nourishment and infinite energy.
Thanks for the nourishing dinners. I hope I can reflect it back.
Let it flow, and of course,
Rest well.
Our body is nourished through multiple elements: thoughts, emotions, reflections, friends, family, earth and air. These are of course just a few.
Triathlon happens to be an effective canvas on which we can test the various colours and forms of efficiency and nourishment. A wise friend told me, "Change your thoughts, Change your life." I like this, how about, "Create your thoughts, Create your life."
Thoughts can be amazing nourishment. A single ounce of thought is powerful enough to create an infinity. It can manifest anything in the cosmos, real or unreal. It can nourish each aspect of one to one million bodies from then, to now, to tomorrow. Thoughts are full of nourishment similar to emotions.
Last week I had the privilege of a pretty cool conversation on the impact of emotion on sport. Emotions have the ability to nourish the bodies aspects. They can create wonderful things, and achieve magnificent feats. They can also destroy, which is why some emotional energy also requires a fee.
Reflections are free and nourish the body just as their name suggests, through mindful awareness and understanding. Reflections nourish from then, and on forever. We view reflections within our Self, and also through friends and family.
Friends and Family have the ability to create nourishment & also magnify it one billion times. They can provide a sounding board which both reflects and amplifies. They can share the most powerful of all energies, and reciprocating nourishment. They can provide a single spark to re-start our own deep fire within. We can effortlessly reflect all this in return.
Much like we are impacted and fueled through friends and family, we receive nourishment through our relationship with earth and air. The earth provides all of which the organism could ask. Each and every of the trillions of cells within the organism has its own relationship with the earth and air, as do each each organelle within every cell. Through mutual understanding the earth nourishes the cell, just as the cell nourishes earth.
There are clearly multiple rivers and streams through which nourishment enters our body and Self. In the body as in nature, the same water runs through each river, both originating from, and returning to the same ocean.
The choice remains with us, here and now, to open and allow the river to flow with nourishment and infinite energy.
Thanks for the nourishing dinners. I hope I can reflect it back.
Let it flow, and of course,
Rest well.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
piece
It was just before dawn on a beautiful Sunday morning; and as one of the biggest clouds you've ever imagined woke up, she received a call from the rain master. Today would be a monsoon day.
"Perfect." Thought the cloud. "I have been waiting to rain for almost a year!"
The rain fell all day & all night. It fell for the next day, the next night, and continued for 5 more days and nights. The clouds were happy to ran, and each and every drop of ran was happy to fall back down to the earth.
Much of the rain fell onto a rice field where it saturated the carefully seeded earth. Each drop of rain found it's perfect seed match.
The seed-rain pairs were happy to meet, because they new this was just the beginning of their journey together.
The perfect pairs shortly met with two other friends, Mr. Golden Sun, and Earth. The four thrived as a team and worked endlessly and effortlessly to grow the perfect grain of rice.
Before long it was harvest time, and an old farmer carried his trusty sickle to the field. They would work together, collecting the stalks.
The farmer was happy to do what he loved, as was the sickle. After all, they were now close to the earth, from which they were both once born.
The happy farmer & his sickle harvested many 1000s of grains of rice together, each with it's own purposeful adventure to come.
Where does our food truly come from?
What truly makes up our food?
Where does the energy in our food truly come from?
There is an infinity which goes into each and every piece of our lives. It is all one, as a perfect web, which is our Universe.
Consider all that went into just one of the grains of rice on our dinner plate this evening.
BLOWN AWAY! with Awe and Amazement.
And now, here it is, on this plate, before us . . .
Could it be that each piece has fulfilled one purpose, in order to be here, right now?
Our turn to continue the story. We decide what happens next.
Swim, Run, Sleep, Velodrome . . .
Rest well.
"Perfect." Thought the cloud. "I have been waiting to rain for almost a year!"
The rain fell all day & all night. It fell for the next day, the next night, and continued for 5 more days and nights. The clouds were happy to ran, and each and every drop of ran was happy to fall back down to the earth.
Much of the rain fell onto a rice field where it saturated the carefully seeded earth. Each drop of rain found it's perfect seed match.
The seed-rain pairs were happy to meet, because they new this was just the beginning of their journey together.
The perfect pairs shortly met with two other friends, Mr. Golden Sun, and Earth. The four thrived as a team and worked endlessly and effortlessly to grow the perfect grain of rice.
Before long it was harvest time, and an old farmer carried his trusty sickle to the field. They would work together, collecting the stalks.
The farmer was happy to do what he loved, as was the sickle. After all, they were now close to the earth, from which they were both once born.
The happy farmer & his sickle harvested many 1000s of grains of rice together, each with it's own purposeful adventure to come.
Where does our food truly come from?
What truly makes up our food?
Where does the energy in our food truly come from?
There is an infinity which goes into each and every piece of our lives. It is all one, as a perfect web, which is our Universe.
Consider all that went into just one of the grains of rice on our dinner plate this evening.
BLOWN AWAY! with Awe and Amazement.
And now, here it is, on this plate, before us . . .
Could it be that each piece has fulfilled one purpose, in order to be here, right now?
Our turn to continue the story. We decide what happens next.
Swim, Run, Sleep, Velodrome . . .
Rest well.
almost breakfast time
In the last year or so, I have found myself questioning things and wondering much more about all sorts of different things. I have been told and found through mindful reflection and awareness, things eventually become clear; however, the time line often seems out of ones control.
At the same time I am amazed how interactions and events seem to occur at the perfect synchronistic moment.
Last week I posed a question to myself during an OYO (on your own) base ride. It was one of those times where I almost became irritated through lack of understanding. Stuck.
Arms up in the air, fingers stretched towards the perfect bluish gray evening sky, I rode through a waterfall. From then on the ride, the evening, and everything else changed. First 4 steps complete and content with here now.
30 minutes later the answer to my now unstuck question arrived. Thank You.
All the questions, each answer waiting for the perfect moment to be revealed, each with their own perfect time line.
Thanks to all the awesome encouraging friends.
Now it's breakfast time.
Rest well.
At the same time I am amazed how interactions and events seem to occur at the perfect synchronistic moment.
Last week I posed a question to myself during an OYO (on your own) base ride. It was one of those times where I almost became irritated through lack of understanding. Stuck.
Arms up in the air, fingers stretched towards the perfect bluish gray evening sky, I rode through a waterfall. From then on the ride, the evening, and everything else changed. First 4 steps complete and content with here now.
30 minutes later the answer to my now unstuck question arrived. Thank You.
All the questions, each answer waiting for the perfect moment to be revealed, each with their own perfect time line.
Thanks to all the awesome encouraging friends.
Now it's breakfast time.
Rest well.
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