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2012. My first summer in Yosemite, my first tetanus shot since childhood, a road trip with my best friend (both of us heartbroken from relationships if I remember correctly), an eventual return to tragic love, Mike saving my cat, etc etc
These photos are from November, but we’re still cute. ;)
Last run of 2021 in the wetlands of the Mojave Desert, a place that makes me wonder how Las Vegas used to look as a whole as opposed to a county park. Las Vegas means The Meadows. And the region is of course Nuwuvi, but I don’t know any of their words for this place. I ran around the park and every sign warned the water was polluted; trash was knitted into the grasses and creek bottoms. The city hides its desolation between a horizon of mountains and wetland remains. Perhaps this is pessimism, perhaps this is mourning, but 2021 was just another desperate year for many. The little pond turtle was my light in the dark. I’m glad to have used my legs for @renew_earth_running this year and I’ll always continue to learn about what #landback could, should, will mean. ❤️
2021 feet portraits/end of year stats. I sure move a lot, but I also rest a lot, too…If you think about it, 620 hours is only 7% of the total hours in a year. 620 hours is also (only) ~15 weeks of full-time work. So, how I rest matters more than the run, really. Or, rather, what takes place between all the more intense movements. The sleep, the food, the spaces I spend time in physically, emotionally, intellectually...life stuff, right? Bodies are bodies, no matter how we spend the time — bottom line, though, I run for myself, a self that is both competitive and meditative. I delight in trying my best as much as I delight in shuffling slow, low heart rate zone miles. This is to say that everything I do is a part of the equation, but also: everything doesn’t deserve constant judgement or comparison, require usefulness. I know that my life is only my own, so, *shrug* interpret what you will. Just stay gold out there. 🌞🏃🏽‍♀️
33 years and here I’ve always been, light and shadow curling up in dunes, and just like here have I had places fall or build up or away, and it doesn’t matter that I’ve never seen this valley desert before, it’s the salt and the time, it’s the rounding or the rising that delight in their relations to me, to everything else.
I never know who follows my writing, but, every year on my birthday (December 18th), I publish a blog post…even if I haven’t been posting anything at all, I make sure to word vomit this day of the year. So, if you’re a fan of my word musings, life happenings, and craft rabbit holes, then make sure to visit my website this Saturday at 8am MST. And while I do discuss a mere sequence of dreams and candid journal entries, I should state a content warning nonetheless: violence, suicide, grief. ❤️
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