Rest Steps.

Purpose... It is what is instilled in every single being on this earth. Some of us know in the very core, what we think we are made for. And yes, at times these things are made very clear. Others still fitting pieces together and looking to fill those places with other purposes.

The life that is put in these bones serve a life of purpose. And through each day as the circumstances unfold that build upon the muscles of our legs to keep moving forward and for our arms and hands to hold tight to climbing holds of community and purpose seen and felt through passions that have been built into us. The muscle of our hearts build upon faith, courage and purpose of all things around us. There is a purpose for everything. There is a purpose for everyone.

As I looked down at my dust covered, Chaco tanned feet on a mountain side with bike shoes in hand for two hours, gazing to my right at the Pacific ocean, I felt purpose in all of that. I don't know why I have been chosen to feel purpose in these various destinations while crossing other paths of purpose. But the mere glimpses of feeling purpose, I feel brings someone all the more steps closer to the fuzz being extracted from eyes balls to see the next step that must be taken up this dusty, rocky (but beautiful), epic path.

Keep Adventuring.