Saturday, January 21, 2012


Running saves me. 

It's a little life jacket that folds itself into my body. 

And waits. 

It waits for me to be anxious and unsettled.  It waits for me to be afraid and lacking focus.  It waits for me to start wondering What am I missing?  Who am I missing?  

And I feel it start to inflate slowly.  With grace and purpose.  With answers and meaning. 

It wraps itself around my body and I stop flailing and struggling. 

I settle into the run.

Into my life jacket.

Into my life.

And it saves me.


  1. Love it, love you! Hugs from the frozen northland!

  2. This is going to sound insane, but I feel this way about Origmai. Shut up, I know, but when I fold, I find all the answers I'm seeking.

    P.S. I think about you a lot.

  3. Doesn't sound insane at all, totally understand.

    It's still so funny to me that we've never met, but I've followed your blog(s) for all these years. You're like an old friend at this point.

    I hope you and your family are well.