I spent two hours in a meditative state
I felt every muscle and tendon inside my body
I played the most beautiful memories in my mind
I began to feel an uncontrollable sense of gratefulness
I was overwhelmed with happiness
I began to feel high
A voice asked me, how do you know,
who you are?
Maybe you are
I thought about my father. I read in a book once that a father’s job is to teach his children how to be warriors, to give them the confidence to get on the horse and ride into battle when it’s necessary to do so. They say if you don’t get that from your father, you have to teach yourself.
I kept running
Of all the wild things, his failure to love me the way he should have had always been the wildest thing of all.
But as I kept running, it occurred to me. I didn’t have to be amazed by him anymore.
I realized, how wild it was, to let it be
I credit Cheryl Strayed who wrote the book, Wild, for inspiring me to run again. I thank my dear friend Heather for guiding me through a meditative state. And most of all, I thank my friends and family who love me and let me love them back. Photo credit: Do It Girl