November 2017 – thia-runner-writer

Flowers of purposeful frivolity

I wrote this little poem a while ago. It was part of my own awakening from some sort of slumber, some sort of survival mode. I believe that beauty and play and wasting time and other things are essential to the health of the human soul. This includes the celebration of one’s own creativity. With…

A trip to the loo

This is just a bit of lightheartedness as I look back on the start of a new chapter in my running journey. It is the event that made me a marathon runner. Signs and wonders messages from above or within how would I navigate without at least a signpost now and then Voices of vicars…

Voice

I’ve been given a voice to use it or not, that’s my choice In the silence of my fear my soul withers, death draws near Death of hopes, death of dreams eyes turn blind, deaf turn ears From the darkness of despair my voice must rise to raise a cry A cry to God? A…