I love running on a treadmill, running running and going nowhere at all.
I love the rhythm of the run, the one step after the other, the miles clocking up whilst staying in the same spot.
Why do I love this?
Perhaps it is the feeling of presence, of being in the step, of keeping up with the belt rather than propelling myself forward.
Perhaps it is the never ending nature, the timelessness, the pointlessness which always brings me to the point.
Of now
Of being here in this very step, as the illusion of life moves and dips and changes all around.
The scenes of life ever changing, but the centre point staying still, as the belt of the treadmill goes round and round, like the circuit of our world round the sun…
Round and round we go, going nowhere,
I am reminded of one of my favourite hymns
‘Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire
Oh still small voice of calm’
Perhaps the treadmill simply demonstrates the growth that comes through simply being here; experiencing all that it s to be human; living a life…
Running miles and miles, achieving fast running times or not…
And then the body slows and dies
It reminds me that there is no death
That we are limitless endless beings.
There is no beginning or end to us
There is no beginning or end to the running path
And certainly not the treadmill belt
And so I run on
Along the never ending running path and feel the growth and expansion of my soul in
Simply taking one step after another….
