Thank you, for holding my heart.
And in the 11th hour, I turned to you and gave you my heart to hold. To safeguard while I struggled to find some light. You gave me some reprieve and allowed me to breathe. Thank you for holding my heart so I could begin to heal.
He(al)el, Achilles
Ironically, my achilles heel is such for me. It’s been my problem area for years and finally brought me to a grinding halt (again) this spring. The pain more or less snuck up on me, but when I realized it was not going to get better I made things happen. Reflecting back, I was in… read more »
Recovery Part V. Running, redefined.
It happened. After months of anticipation, I finally took my first steps. And it wasn’t at all what I expected. It was running, but not running. Yet another unexpected part of the recovery. What actually happens when I DO get to run? I hadn’t put my thought into. I just assumed that I’d… read more »
Recovery Part IV: Focus
Focus on the process. In art as it is in life: focus on the process…. I often catch myself thinking about the future. Dreaming of running in the mountains or toeing the line at races this summer. And although it’s ok to think about the big picture, I also need to focus on the now…. read more »
Recovery Part III: Listen to Your Body…
“Listen to your body……” This is a phrase I’ve heard many times. Heck, it’s even a phrase I’ve caught myself saying to clients I work with. But what does that even mean? Because if I’m honest, when I hear the phrase “listen to your body” it’s often accompanied by an eye roll. Yeah right. Like… read more »
Recovery Part II: Here Comes the Pain
After a couple weeks, the initial shock of surgery wore off and I was finally able to conceptualize what happened. And then the pain set in. Both physical and emotional pain flooded over me, taking me by surprise. The first couple weeks were all about adjusting. I was finding a new state of normal, both… read more »
Beginning to Heal, Finally. Recovery Pt I
It was raining. And I was running, uphill on a trail I’d run many times before. I was in Corvallis, just a day away from defending my dissertation, and I needed a release. It was the straw that broke the camels back. Through the raindrops I could feel the warm tears running down my face. I was… read more »