I started running long distances when my world began closing in on me. Running, especially on the trails, created space - my interior matching the open landscape my feet delivered me to. Distance began to mean freedom - freedom from the restrictions of my heart, and the crush of loss that fell heavy against my mind and spirit. I ran farther and wanted more still. Maybe, at first, I ran to escape - from myself and others - but soon found my escape lingered even after I arrived back to what I viewd as prison. So maybe there was no escape - but a deliverence, a path without end from the trail to further still within. I'm not healed. I'm healing. Running brought me here and now continues to do so. With every step.
Peace,
Eric
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