muscle, sweat, and salt

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Closing up the old house against the harshness of the world, my beliefs have been stripped away from me. All that is left is just my bare self, as I am. And for beliefs? I'll believe in my own emptiness. I'll believe in the silent morning, and starting with that, I will go on.

-jobe

Before the stroke, I was on a very spiritual plane. I ignored my body, took it for granted. When I look at my life, I see that I wanted to be free of the physical plane, the psychological plane, and when I got free of those, I didn’t want to go anywhere near them. But the stroke reminded me that I had a body and a brain, that I had to honor them.

-Ram Dass

A sunrise as fine as a wild horse running toward the mesa. A morning of muscle, sweat, and salt. The long, untrimmed mane of the horse flies back with the wind of the running, and little by little the daylight light increases. Time is a wisp of wind and the sound of pounding hooves. Ah, look! The horse is already far away, and the lovely day has begun.

-jobe