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Back from the land of peaches, this time the pineapple picking postponed. . .

A visual to help explain.

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Imagine an infinite number of rays, each with a beginning. X marks the spot, the beginning spark of our own intention.

From an external perspective, one ray may be considered success, and the other . . . something else. However, the rays share two things in common. Both have the same spark, the same intention to begin. Perhaps more significantly, they share the same direction.

From here, the horizon of our being, we sit. We ponder the direction of our intention.

We sit here, understand where, and decide why. If we are here, and know why, next we move to motivate the orientation of our rays.

Each ray traces a path, sharing the story of our experience.

One story runs through the jungle, another through the trees. This story travels across the sand, and another beneath the sea.

The jungle story may be full of mountains, rivers, tigers, and bears. It could rain in the mountains, yet be dry beneath the trees.

The desert journey is hot during the day, and cold at night. One afternoon an oasis, or another week before then next shady palm.

Even different still is our underwater journey, one with sharks, coral, dolphins, and seals. The morning brings an ebb, while evening begins to flow.

What brings these journeys together is our own intention. It is our will to create direction.



When we race, we choose our direction. We share the experience with those on the course, friends, family, coaches, and fans.

Thanks for another great experience, and a new path drawn in the sand.

Rest well.