Last candy run of the decade

Last obsessive compulsive ritual of the decade

Last personification of the decade

Last over-branded opverpriced over-barista-ed coffee or the decade

10 km bf in 58 mins. Deserted, rainswept seawall. Weak kneed Willy today, but caught my mojo back at 7 km.

Last run of the decade!

For the record post 17b: Dreams of Earthquakes

I have had repeating dreams of earthquakes in months (years?) gone by. Me, standing in an office building (similar to the one I now work in), swaying with the building back and forth. And a downtown core quite decimated. Not totally - say 60%, with large columns of cement resting in front of entrances, and a city turned on its ear.

Hope I'm wrong!

8.5 kms barefoot 46 mins. Nice concierge came out to see if I 'needed help'...and a French visitor gave me a delicious 'impossible'.

If I count as an adult, it's a healthy 4 to 1 ratio on the ferry back from Nanaimo.

Spot the moon

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For the record, BCFerries staff do not take kindly to people singing "My Heart Will Go On" when waiting to order in the cafeteria.

11 km barefoot; 1hr 36 seconds. Feet by Mez, distance by Garmin, moonlit track by Gaia.

Boxing day

Silent shrouded forest with four legged friend

Catastrophically overfed and watered

Game on.

Tub, epsom salts, sandalwood and Barker's metaphysics

Stuck on train 5, five minutes out from downtown due to a "police incident." Free reading time yaaay!

Entering mall-gotha. The (shopping) place of the skull. Many, actually, all for purchase with other treasures of the holiday season.

9 km on the treadmill. According to the tertiary voice in my head, I'm getting younger!

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Somewhere towards the start of night
Is where the run began
Shards of crimson tears shed by
The despot's neutral hand

No need there just primal urge
As moon begat the race
No finish line, no goal, no path
Nor god, nor science, nor grace

Distance clear; mountains, fjord, glen, and rivers wide
Alchemied through vector's fire
Two dimension ride

Ghosts appeared and - serpents -
And the cards of lovers spent
Spilled cups and sallow siren songs
And broken covenants

Breath pulled down
To cinnamon depths
Where dreams wetnursed
The missed

That rose in spider's fingers
To the lips - parched, cracked, and pursed

The final line towards final shire
Boundary hard and warm
The muse, the mountain, artist left
Once again unharmed

Then lay your rose on the fire, the fire gives up to the Sun; The Sun gives over to splendor, in the arms of the High Holy One. -L. Cohen

Parker Mesner Christmas

"All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room alone." -Blaise Pascal

sleep?

closer than you think

Over here!

9 year old wearing a green acdc xmas shirt for this part of the concert. Me likes.

Jogged to the concert with child on shoulders. Jogged back to get 2nd child. Now xmas concerting.

Working on it

stupid ocd

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Chilly run

2 degree barefoot run starting...now

Enlightenment is the recognition that there is no difference between the enlightened and unenlightened state. Dr. Greg Goode

Several of my exterior xmas decorations are threatening to organize if I don't give them danger pay.

Xmas lights, phase two. Power grid failure defcon 3.

First Patriarch seen entering Baskin and Robbins for... an Ice Cream Koan. (courtesy my fellow Fenner-ites)

Salved

Entering silence

Could I *be* more uptight?

Grateful