Running
I have had movement issues for many years. For a variety of reasons I moved less and less over the years until I weighed over four hundred pounds and my health, obviously, started to breakdown. I was basically absent from my body for well over a decade.
Explaining the reasons I allowed this sad state of affairs would constitute a long conversation perhaps for the future but in any case I finally found the will to move and it is growing and growing. I now run–trot–jog on my treadmill for forty-five minutes every day. I also wear a pedometer and try to move through at least eighteen thousand steps each day. Two thousand steps is one mile.
I have lost enough weight to begin to sense my lean mass, my core body and to take pleasure in it. Actually, I don’t think about loosing weight much, I think about my lean mass emerging. My time on the treadmill is very meditative. I often stare down at my feet moving more rapidly than they have for years and am amazed.
The bodies capacity to heal is amazing and leads one to contemplate the whole of the manifest kosmos and to understand more and more how matter is also the beloved–is also divine–flows from the ground of being along with spirit. This is why nothing is ever lost though form is ever changing. To be whole is to be integrated or awake to the oneness of spirit and matter. As I run I am beginning, perhaps, to wake up.
Change–the order of the day–is not bad.
Love,
Lewis