The following entries (from beginning runner to half marathon finisher) represents a continuing journey of tremendous grief and sorrow, and of transformation - largely through the therapeutic power of running. The sorrow that has broken my heart open wide has in time allowed me to experience the beauty of being in the present moment. And of course, without the support of family and friends to guide me, I would not have made it this far.

If you have lost someone in your life, I offer these words and verse (some Kristy's, some mine and others) with the hope it may touch your heart and help you heal.

Thursday, August 27, 2009


For a long time I have been afraid to fly in small planes. The turbulance always makes me nervous and I dread what could happen. Yesterday I flew in a small plane as I returned from my sister's house in New Mexico. I wrote this as I looked out the small window.

I can still remember when I was afraid to fly
Tightly strapped into this plastic cocoon
Immobile as larvae and conscious of nothing
Waiting for the silent signal to breathe

The fear remained a nameless passage
A constant travel companion with no identity
Always lurking and watching for a chance
To set out upon its dark journey with god speed

But my companion no longer lurks in empty bags
Or travels silently speaking its false name
For I am transformed by you my love
And this sad fellow has no more grip on me

My hands do not get sweaty nor my face pale
I do not hold my breath or bargain with fear
For I am never closer than when he appears
And I am dreaming myself into you as we soar


  1. Kristy is proud of you for being able to write these words and live them too.

    I know because she told me of her desire to see you soar.



  2. Thank you Elliot, it makes me so happy to hear this. Love to you....

  3. right back atcha Karen!!! :)

    smiles and good stuff to you today!!!

    all my love.