Nashville or Bust

The trip that started a longer journey

July 2

“Hold on to what is good, even if it’s a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe, even if it’s a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do, even if it’s a long way from here.
Hold on to your life, even if it’s easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand, even if someday I’ll be gone away from you.”

~A Pueblo Indian Prayer

This was the first thing I read today. It was given to me by a close friend and running partner as we were in the starting gate of our first Half Marathon in 2013. I carried these words on that slip of paper in my running belt through those miles —and have kept it on my bedside table, near some special crystals ever since.

This was the first thing I read today. Words resonating from distant lands and distant times and distant people—reaching me in a distant place. Reminders of what is truth and what is love. And what is gone when considering just the physical part of existence.

This was the first thing I read today. I’ve read it many times over since recieiving it. Each time, a different line reaches out to me and holds on to my heart while I wander.

This was the first thing I read today. And, as I try to work, I find that I am having a hard time reading anything else.

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