“Through the Force, things you will see. Other places. The future…the past. Old friends long gone.”
We found ourselves by the booming ocean at night with a hundred or so other people waiting for the word to go. It comes on the wind. The fire dragon made of headlamp and body light slowly drifts its way up into the coastal mountain passes. Up we go. Up stone stairs. Up stoney paths and fire roads. Isolated in the blackness and mist. The magic of owls and stars take over the pace of the ruck. In the distance across the strait from the top of the mountain we see the towers of the city.
Five hours and 15 kilometers later everyone made it out in one piece. It was an awesome ruck.
"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy course; who at best, knows in the end triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat."
Wherever you go, there you are. This is where I am at right now in the present no past, anticipating the future. I have been away for a while and all that is in the past. Hopefully I've learned from it. What do you think of Judging or making Judgements?? Thank You Goddess and God for this day.
After a decade absence I return to learn.