Day forty-five

Destinations do not have nearly the value as journeys. The adventure is getting there. The challenge of the road, as goal. I think its how you get to the volcano rim that matters, one's personal lava quest.

Means that one has to have some faith and trust in the process, secure that sometimes shit happens for reasons we aren't sure of or totally agree with. What has to be done is putting one foot in front of the other and staying in the game.

Are you good with that?

That sometimes falling apart can actually be things finally falling into their proper place?

That the very same process we call adaptation in training can also apply to the physiological and emotional.

Even in the darkest, most pluvial circumstance, we can adapt to the suffering, challenge, unknown, and move forward with grace and compassion.

Going through hell?

Keep on going.

Heaven awaits?

Maybe. Maybe more hell. But eventually…..

We will adapt to the heat?

Happy Valentine's Day.