Dispatch from the Wild Interior: October 22, 2020

Sometimes brilliant manifestation requires a kind of blindness, a charging ahead without knowing what lies beyond the next hill, the next wall, the next minute. Go with the good horse of your gut, chasing whatever feels most like flight, like flow, like you are closer and closer to doing what you were put here to do – even if what that is remains as mysterious as the other side of the ocean or what’s behind the sun. When did you last feel that possibility surge through your body? Let it back in. Leave doubt for tomorrow. Today, go on ahead and run.