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, January 28, 2010


You are my secret love
like a stone in my pocket
I take you out to see your beauty
Sometimes at night
I feel quickly to see if you're still there

Always on my lips and in my heart
you live steady and silent
like the smooth caress of a worry stone
Your touch is cool
reminding me to breathe

You can soothe me
the invisible touch is our secret
we walk hand in hand
My gentle genie
and I am ready to dream again

Thursday, January 14, 2010


The desert was shockingly cold.  The wind scraped at my face as I propped myself up and rested my elbows on the back of the pickup truck.  The camera lens was nearly frozen shut. Rocks everywhere covered in a light blue frosting of snow.  The only glimmer of warmth was a fleeting orange gap in the slowly dissolving clouds.  The shutter made a crisp sound as I took the last photo. The day ended and I thought of you.  I am back inside the truck now and we continue our trip home.

More photos of the desert