After the Finish
This, more than anything , brought me a throat lump. I couldn’t believe they were using what little breath they had to encourage and to thank.
The States of Yes
And most of all, we transitioned in a slightly new version of ourselves. The version that isn’t put off by the dark or the graupel or the wind - the kind that looks up the slope and says yes.
Limber Pine
Being bendy can mean survival in the strangest, oddest, and most difficult of circumstances. Bowing to and with the storm is the practice for hovering over that cliff and then snapping back to where you were.
The Fear and the Thin Line
And I was scared. Not the heart-pounding, I-have-to-get-out-of-here-scared, rather an intense awareness of my aloneness.