"Poets talk about "spots of time," but it is really fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone." - A River Runs Through It

Its mid August already and this past weekend I happened to find the only available workout window was on my indoor trainer.  During this sessions I ended up watching the somewhat enigmatic movie “A River Runs Through It”. 

Maybe it was the heat or the fact that I was riding my bike in the basement and going nowhere; physically speaking.  In either case, I somehow found myself wandering in thought to a place I'll call: Zen and the Art of the Athlete. 

Maybe you are powering up a hill or running on the road at a steady clip; where every movement is near effortless.  While your breath remains shallow and steady, you find that you've slipped into the zone, a familiar rhythm (maybe a high).  Just as a fly-fisherman,  surrounded by towering mountains and natural distractions, has to disconnect in order to 'connect' with the inner rhythms of the river; finding our own inner rhythm is not much different.  Its like the ultimate in being present and I believe we all get their predictably, yet differently.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.'  

Finding that inner rhythm and becoming the river flowing, requires knowing your prose - in my case it would definitely have plenty of bass kickin'!  The poetry is being in that moment when we share in that experience both with ourselves and maybe those around us.  It could happen at a race, out on a training ride or in your basement, alone. 

'No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone'. 

Take time to discover your river and enjoy those moments of time!
 


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