Showing posts with label Spiritual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spiritual. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Sleep Running, Blue Moon and ARTPOP


There is something so deep and intense about exercising late at night when traffic is at a minimum, most normal people are home in their warm abodes and a dark quiet peace encapsulates everything. It quiets the nerves and quiet is what I absolutely need at this moment.
I had a horrible day and it all had to do with close proximity to angry, over the top hostile and hating humans. I think I'm just burning out with the pitiful, deplorable condition of having to exist in a decaying urban environment.
Aside from that I've just had a few setbacks recently and needed to get back to some reality checks in my life.
To jump ahead and not wallow in my day's conflagrations...

I remember back around 2008/2009 getting into a lot of night riding with my friends. Although maybe somewhat dangerous, there's just something about the quietness, the night air, the lack of traffic people and light just makes for a deep, may I say spiritual vibe. I feel connected with the Universe, disconnected from the vicissitudes that have weighed me down throughout the day...Freedom.

As soon as I crossed Van Ness Boulevard and entered into lower Pacific Heights it was suddenly like a warm blanket was put over my shoulders. The music in my ears and over it I could here the barely discernible pat on the pavement as my Newtons whisked me along the sidewalks and pavement. It reminded me of how my puppies run along side me which made me wish they were with me.




I crossed Divisadero and climbed out towards outer Pacific Heights and the Presidio and yet further into the quiet and darkness. Peace, finally.
As I dipped down into 25 Ave to Seacliff and the beginning climb up to the Presidio and the view of the Golden Gate bridge I understood the feeling that and UltraMarathoner feels running miles and miles in the night and the stillness. I want this. Although it was only an eleven mile run, it seemed timeless, endless at least for the time I was in the moment.

I descended from the bridge and down to the base of the bridge. I hopped a fence with a sign that said "Closed: Keep out".
and I ran some more to "Hoppers Hands" and stopped for a moment to breath in the view.
Finally I ran towards home, down along the beach in the moonlight along Chrissy field and Marina Green and my mind just wandered into that beautiful peaceful state between reality and dreams...timelessness. Even though I was really tired my feet kept moving and up back over the hills.
I think my training and base are enough that I really feel as though my legs are at the point of running by themselves and not of need for any kind of brain to micro manage them. Kind of like riding a horse. 

I stopped along Polk street to get a vitamin water and had trouble wrapping my head back around reality as I fumbled through my wallet like I was stoned.
I walked home the few blocks and drank my water. I slowly fell back into reality and as I passed the drunks, crackheads and homeless, my reality check took hold.

I don't have it that bad. I'm very lucky and I really appreciate these times to get away and escape what these poor souls can't. If only they knew about this wonderful high that is available to them...their lives would change. I know that mine has...

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Just a thought that came to me and reminded me of when I had been going through a horrible depression and the moment I snapped out of it...

One of the greatest moments in my life was the moment I shut my mouth, opened my ears and eyes, stepped aside and let the giant wave of youthful artists by me to take the wheel and venture down that road with reckless abandon, as I once did...a long time ago...

I've been anticipating Lady Gaga's new album. I know some of my friends just don't get my obsession, and fascination with her but, she's really a symbol of the feeling I've stated above. No one really knows how she saved me and may never know a lot of the other reasons which I may just keep to myself that she helped me deal with.
Life is complicated and many persons, places and things hold great value to us and maybe in only a way that we understand and no on else does.


Sunday, February 19, 2012

Vision Quest - The Crow

In many Native American groups, the vision quest is a turning point in life taken before to find oneself and the intended spiritual and life direction.
 "He's gone" was the reply I got from my next door neighbor...
"No! He's right there"! I responded in frustration.
I was somewhere around the age of 3 or 4 and this was one of my first memories. I found a dying crow in my back yard and in my excitement bordering on a panic, fetched my next door neighbor to help fix the poor little critter. By the time I escorted her back to the bird, it was now limp and lifeless.
I couldn't understand how the bird could be gone? It was right there.
"It's gone back to heaven" she lamented.
This was my first experience with the concept of "mortality". Maybe the seed of my obsession with "black" animals. They're so beautiful but mysterious and like death have always represented something beyond which I can control.


This memory came back to me after a bike ride to the beach today. I've just been in a very dark state for too long now and I can't seem to shake it. Maybe it's the constant pain in my back along with the idea of not meeting my personal goals this year, my job which I hate but,I am so glad to have a job and also the fact that I'm swiftly closing in on the big "60" and disappointed with myself and my lack of accomplishments. 
I think a lot about death and the fact that I'm just not a very happy person. It's been a constant battle for me. I really want to be happy but...


 Today I as I leaned against the seawall looking out over the ocean I was surrounded by beautiful crows just floating motionless in the wind with their counterparts-the Seagulls.
Seagulls have a spiritual aura in their beauty and graceful flight along with the look and their freedom they seem to represent. Here I was free, breathing in the ocean air with the sun shining down through the crisp blue sky yet these dark thoughts and sadness in my soul seem to be my constant companion. I'm like that crow free to fly with the gulls but always cloaked in my darkness. I was able to get very close to them, enough that they would stare back at me without flinching with a look that seemed to say 
"you are one of us...get over it and live your life".


I need the experience of a vision quest. I would love to just escape into the woods for a time with just my dogs and the bare essentials to sustain us. I need to confront myself. I need to break away from human distraction. It's eating me alive. Too many years at odds with human nature and negative confrontation. I'm truly burned out. Time for a break.
Before I turn in to this...
At least I got out for awhile and brought my camera with me for a little inspiration. It was a beautiful but very short weekend.
shot from the Cliff House
The kids
A dog and a crow



Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Dreamland...Hanging Ten Over A Precipice Of Depression

Dream Land






Thank Dog for great musicians and storytellers...


I finally was able to get back to running today after the serious back injury I gave myself two weeks ago.
Notice how I said "I gave myself"!
I was in a crappy mood on a fateful morning two weeks ago, maybe a bit of over training may have helped it along but, I decided to try and lift close to a 200 Lb. bucket of slop up into a garbage bin. No legs, all back! At about the halfway point of the lift the back just gave out. I felt like a prisoner who just got shanked in the chow line. The pain actually made me feel a bit nauseous and I was pretty much out of commission for a few days. Just when my running was getting focused.


I was able to finally get back to it today. The pain was pretty nagging but I took 3 Ibuprophen and managed to slowly get through a 5 mile run.


In the meantime work has just been pretty horrible and a completely negative aspect of my life right now. I'm beginning to think I just suck at what I do and I'm just not good enough at it to even keep up anymore.
I've been finding myself getting seriously depressed and I really can't go down that road right now.


To keep positive I just distract myself with beautiful things I'm privileged to see and hear everyday. I'm now obsessed with ducks! Last week I was on a property that had a lot of ducks walking around and I was in pain and not enjoying what I was doing so, I just focused whenever I could on just observing these ducks. I actually got jealous but, intrigued at the way they were just hanging out, socializing and having such a great time. Some things the creator has given us our just so perfect and beautiful. Too bad about humans.
To top it off this week I was yet somewhere I didn't want to be when I just happened upon these geese who just kind of seemed to be there for me! 
I think the ducks sent them...




Tonight I'm actually pretty tired and not in the mood for writing right now.
        Thank you duckies...


...and thank you Bruce Hornsby for your songs and story telling. They've gotten me through many a bad day...and there's really been some bad ones. This is an amazing and beautiful song that I've heard a thousand times but, really just felt like today it had been written for me...


Writer Bruce Hornsby
Isn't this old night so nice
I hope you can feel what I feel tonight
Little boy's not getting it right
Trying so hard with all his might

Clouds in the sky keeping the sun away
Doesn't mean the sun is not shining today
Seems something is always in your way
You've got a wide, wide array of insurmountable problems every day

Hey, slip away, slide away
Into dreamland, dreamland
Slip away, slide away
Into dream, dream, dreamland, dream, dreamland

In your own private place of dreams
I hope you'll find a place where it seems
The road is always straight and true
Wherever you walk is bright for you

I hope you'll remember these times we share
Hope you'll find some comfort there
In the meantime lose your cares
You can go anywhere, close your eyes and it will take you there

Slip away, slide away
Into dreamland, dreamland
Slip away, slide away
Into dream, dream, dreamland, dream, dreamland

Isn't this old night so nice, so nice

Gonna cherish my time with you
Gonna smile, smile the whole day through
Wake up tomorrow maybe you'll find
Darkness gone from your mind

Want you to be what you want to be
Don't want you ever hurt like me
Smiling through the saddest times
Could only happens in dreams, I wonder is it nice as it seems

Slip away, slide away
Into dreamland, dreamland
Slip away, slide away
Into dream, dream, dreamland, dream, dreamland

Dream, dream, dreamland
Dream, dream, dreamland
Dream, dream, dreamland

Maybe you'll get your wishes in dreams this night
Because I can't seem to do it here in real life
Dream, dream, dreamland
Dream, dream, dreamland

Maybe you'll get your wishes in dreams this night
Because I can's seem to help you in real life
Into dream, dream, dreamland, dream, dreamland