On Sunday, 9 October 2016, I began what I thought was the the final leg of a journey that had begun on 14 January 2014. I wasn’t the only one on the streets that day. Many share the six hours both virtually and beside me. It was reality for all. Much to my surprise and utter amazement, “final” was not in the thesaurus of that experiential journey. Rather, it was six hours of a continuing flow of life’s new minutes, thoughts, serendipities, pains, breaths, meltdowns, multiple finish lines, faces, heartbeats, great cloud of witnesses, limps, tears, smiles, grins, runs, and all-in moments.
The writings that will continue from time-to-time during the next weeks will underscore the difference that a moment makes when held in the hands of the Holy One. Life is often like drops of water that connect with the ocean. The identity of the “drop” is unique for a moment, then suddenly they are part of a larger cosmos. It is in that “dripping” moment that the “drop” is seen, felt, known, and unique. It is only an instant, a scant moment in time. What we do with and in “that” moment, makes all the difference.
The questions are real. They are direct. They are penetrating. They pierce to the core of ones being. They emerge as one’s life canvas in all its multiple strokes and hues. I invite you to join me in exploring these questions that provide insights to THE ultimate question, “what’s it all about?” Alfie wasn’t the ONLY person of whom this question is asked, to be sure! We muse it daily and it becomes ever more consuming as the “drop” gets closer to the ocean cosmos.
New insights, renewed perspectives, deepened awareness, and some answers are found in “street life.” Let’s trek and run on, together, mates. Your presence is needed. We may even discover that from time-to-time we run strong, as we run on! See you on the streets, mates! StreetLife emerges once again.
StreetLife: A Runner’s Journey 