Run With Mu

Beginnings, endings; I am somewhat addicted to both, but it’s like trying to bookmark the ocean.  Where does it end or begin?  What is “it”?  “Life!” Thoreau exclaimed in his journal.  “Who knows what it is, what it does?” A new year, the same old questions.  Will I ever race again?  I don’t know.  I’ve been running every day for the past two weeks for 40-60 minutes a day, in any direction and whatever speed I please.  Some days I just like to plod and look at stuff as it goes by, other days I’m racing like a man on fire.  I’m enjoying that freedom right now, and running a little every day, instead of a lot four days a week, seems to be where I’m parked at the moment.  So I’ll park there.  But is it a beginning, or an ending, and how parked is parked? I think the best thing to do, for now and always, is  simply to stop with the questions, to run and let things sort themselves out. Same with my Zen practice.  Same with this blog.  Same with pretty much everything  else.  If I have one resolution at the beginning of a new year, it’s to make today my last beginning, and yesterday my last ending, and to thank you for thanking me.  We’re grateful to each other.  What a great beginning!