Tuesday, September 13, 2011

bringing it on home

When starting to drag at the end of a long walk, I remember something I learned in the Marines. In Advanced Infantry Training, we would have gone 20 miles or more (full gear: heavy packs, weapons, helmets, the lot). About a mile from our base camp, a sergeant would shout “Okay, let’s bring it on home!” We would close ranks as a platoon. Heads would rise into the sky, crown chakras blazing. Spines would straighten. Breathing deepen. Boots hit the ground in rhythmic stride. New energy! A force to be reckoned with. And we brought it on home.

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