You might just look to the sky and say, look, it’s a bird, no it’s a plane, no it’s David blog from yesterday floating around in cyber space. That’s exactly where my two hour blog ended up. The two pictures survived and the rest gave me the finger and went on its merry way.
I don’t think it was a blog that I could repeat because of its magnificent eloquence. Not much of an ego here.
My first day to exercise, this time around, was December 18, 2008. I have exercised every day since and had been doing marvelously, and enjoying myself immensely, until three days ago. Lover was sweet enough to buy me an iPod nano. I filled it with my favorite songs from the late 40s to the late 70s. It was an amazing array of music that featured the torch singers of the late 40s and 50s, that magnificent whiny country western music of the late 40s and 50s, my array consciousness songs from the 60s, my collection of folk music and some thunderous marching songs guaranteed to get you heart rate up. Therein lies the problem. I chose the recumbent bicycle for my aerobic workouts because it hurt neither my feet or my knees. How could you get a better deal than that? I set the resistance to a level that made sense to me and off I went. All went well for three weeks and then I made a mistake. I put my hands around the little metal bars that measured your heart rate. Boy, was my heart pissed off at me. My heart rate was all over the place sometimes in the 80s, sometimes in the target zone and sometimes spiking into the middle 220′s. Of course, I finished my workout by lowering my speed keeping my heart a little bit where it was supposed to be. I called my favorite Chinese herbalist who is my main health practitioner and he told me to back off. He wanted me to do something like cut down to 10 minutes of time at very slow RPMs and gradually work myself up. I was proud of the fact that I had worked myself up to an hour and 10+ miles. Telling David to back off something that is important to him is like telling an alcoholic to quit drinking, it makes no sense to either David or the alcoholic. Being only a half idiot I designed my own plan which works sometimes. Today I went 45 minutes and covered 5+ miles. There were several spikes in the high 190s and low 200s. So I have more compensations to make tomorrow. I did, of course, like any recovering alcoholic decide the mechanism might not be accurate and changed machines. My heart rate data was in the target zone on the second machine but it didn’t spike during 15 minutes. I don’t really know if that’s the problem but I will check it out again tomorrow as the saga continues.
Here is one of my favorite daily meditations from the book 365 Tao by DENG MING-DAO.
Meditation opens seldom glimpsed areas of our subconscious. When that happens, extraordinary thoughts and awareness come to us with seeming spontaneity. We realize truths that were opaque to us before; we perceive events that were previously too distant. But no one ever became superhuman because of meditation. They only opened their own latent potential. Everything is locked inside of us and need only be opened. That is why it is said that heaven is with in us
In some way, the pains and the struggles of the past sometimes haunt us with astounding vehemence. Problems and conflicts are difficult to exorcize. Although we may practice spirituality and move on to new endeavors and relationships, past hurts still come back in our memories and dreams. These are not demons from another world, nor are they karmic manifestations of previous lives; they are scars in our subconscious. No matter how diligently we try to make progress, there still are pains that curse us day every day. This is why it is said that hell is within us.
We ourselves are the battleground for good and evil. There is no need to look beyond our world. Everything to be understood is within us. All that must be transcended—the pains and scars of the past—is within us. All the power of transcendence is also within us. Tap into it and you tap into the divine itself.
keep the faith
david will
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