In the Olympic National Forest, I awoke at dawn before my campmates to sneak in a run along the Hoh River. Cool air lay heavy and damp and thick upon the forest. The light was dim, but growing with every passing minute. I was minding my own breath with each stride on the soft trail […]Read More A Brief Encounter
I’ve been tying to grapple with the changes that have occurred all through my life while simultaneously trying to catch up with all the changes that occurred during the billions of years that came before me. It’s a dizzying experience. Some say knowledge is not discovered. It is remembered. Did someone discover that? Or […]Read More The Pack and the Past
2016 was a year of me confronting what I want which ultimately brought me to the realization that I don’t really know what that is. And so with 2017 arriving I’m accepting that fact as gracefully as I know how, so I can take the next steps towards greater awareness, scraping off the layers of […]Read More A Day in the Patient Life of Tyler
There are many attitudes on life we can adapt that will ultimately dictate how we go about living our individual lives. These attitudes are essentially what we choose to focus on in the perception of our experiences. This is where philosophy plays a critical role in the task of bringing peace and balance into a […]Read More Life is a Game: The Practice of Non-attachment.
I slept in. I woke up slowly, nothing really to look forward to on yet another empty day. I made my ritual coffee, read a few pages in the latest existentialist-fueled book, and probably cleaned my room or something mundane to preoccupy my bored mind. The weather had been awfully rainy, but everyone knew that […]Read More “It’s a good day to be alive.” A Mauna Kea Run.
Folks, brace yourself for strong consequences, regardless of the presidential outcome. Be prepared for suffering and struggle to emerge even for the privileged. It is time. For too long have we hidden away in comfort. For too long have we ignored the tensions of this country’s past. For too long have we blocked the rivers […]Read More To Vote or not to Vote, that is the question… I could care less about.
Suddenly, optimistically, I plow through spinning thoughts and clench the excitement permeating through my hot skin and jump down off the ledge of the front steps of my house down to where you stand next to the flowering gardenia bush. You draw near to show me a flower, and I inhale the blossom’s scent mixed […]Read More Lingering Undercurrents
The days roll over each other like buttery layers of a croissant, congealed into weeks and months, together like flaking goodness of sweet and fat fused just perfectly imperfect by the blazing oven of creation. I sat outside the Laundry Express on one of these particularly buttery days trying to use the space between loads […]Read More The Mythological Pastry
**PT II (a continuation of Wednesdays Training PT I: The Socratic Method)** My phone rings. I look over. Its my father calling. I was expecting this call. I knew what was coming. A compassionate concern for my well being. Some fatherly advice. Advice I didn’t want to hear, but I needed to. That kind of […]Read More Wednesday’s Training PT II: Always have a Plan B
I know what happens to me when I stop running. I know all too well. Depression. I don’t feel like doing anything. The thought of doing anything even slightly causes anxiety. But when I’m running, the threatening harsh world is smoothed over and doesn’t seem so scary anymore. It becomes inviting. I feel up to […]Read More Wednesday’s Training PT I: The Socratic Method