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.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
MARSH MELLOW ENVY
Yesterday I cleaned your room. Seems like just the other day we sat on your bed talking. Traces of you still remain. An ear plug, a barrette, a smudge on the wall. But my heart smiled when I moved your dresser and saw one lone marsh mellow gathering dust.
Instantly you were standing over the stove roasting your booty. You craved marsh mellows and I tried to make sure I had a generous supply at all times. That impish grin was on your face. Your treasure was golden brown and oozing around your fingers as you popped it in your mouth. Somehow this lone marsh mellow escaped....and you would have been the last to touch it.
Envious, I picked it up and felt it's softness.