listen. There are times when a man is forced to take a long look at himself in the mirror. Not to check for new lines around the eyes or for nose hairs that have curled and headed toward the light.
Today was one of those days that come along every three or four years. In the middle of the day, I was stopped as if the soul brought a hand out from the mirror and took a hold of my shoulder. He stopped me cold and I faced my reflection. I was as still as stone as my eyes locked with my eyes. My face began to withdraw, pulling away as if leaving. What I saw was the power, the incredible force of fear. I looked into the memory of my eyes. I could see my journey, the times my higher self had asked me to stay on track, the lift to the spirit when my soul is fed the nourishment it seeks to thrive. Getting back on the track to learn how to love, the sweat and joy of running with art, with time, with drive.

My eyes dropped to my mouth. I could almost detect a tremble. But there was something else. A look in my lips that spoke without speaking. i jumped up to my eyes and heard the same message. As I fell into the world of my soul, I heard him say, yes, fear is very powerful. But, then, so to is hope.

peace,

ken