Disillusion

I’ve been here silent all these years emotions and thoughts imprisoned in fear locked up with keys of guilt and shame so my heart was grey with grief so much to say to share no voice no confidence So I mostly existed disconnected dull defeated but refused to be blinded to the divinity that dwells…

Journey

Over the course of the last few years, I have become content. This happened gradually. It happened as a result of introducing new habits into my life. I have also become full of curiosity, wanting to learn and discover new things. I do not view my life as a problem to be solved anymore, but…

Freedom and belonging

This is and isn’t a repost. The poem will be a repost, but I want to share a bit more of my own story. I am considering a little series on running, passion, pleasure, power, freedom and how it all fits together for me. We all have our constellations of being and by living in…

Hair and happiness

It’s that time of year when there is a mass consideration of ways that we can improve our lives and ourselves and possibly also the way that we take care of each other and the planet. Personally, I think this is great. I just think we need to do this much more that once a…

A signpost to guide the way

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…

Less is more

Less darkness means more light, less daylight means more night. Since I’ve slowed down I seem to have more time, but time stays the same around the clock. It’s the things that I do with time that changes this perception. More time means less rushing. Less rushing means more peace of mind. With this then,…

Ready for Christmas?

Ready for Christmas? Absolutely, finally I am ready for Christmas Ready to ignore¬† the pressure to¬† do more buy more have more want more of stuff Ready to join in and laugh more sing more dance more risk more give more of me Ready to slow down and follow my own star Ready to rejoice…

The Zen of the Marathon

This last year I ran two marathons. The first was my first. It was in a city. Rotterdam to be specific. It was far and painful. The second was in Snowdonia. It was a completely different story. After all, Snowdonia is in North Wales: Wild and wonderful, magical and mystical, beautiful and brutal. It is…

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…

Running and happiness

I live in village on the beautiful Gower Peninsula, Wales, United Kingdom. This village is called Bishopston and it has been called the fittest village in Wales. I have no idea how that fact was verified, but what I do know is that people here like to run a lot, a lot. They like it…