Wild and free

I am a woman who runs with her dog I am clothed and civilized I also belong to a tribe Of women Who run with the wolves We are naked and wild We accept all that we are Awakened to the wonder Of being alive We sweat We bleed Grow our hair And go bare…

Blissful surrender

We can try to make sense of our own path in life from many different perspectives. We are complex beings who live complex lives interwoven with each other’s and the other life forms all around us. Who can understand or make sense of it all? I think it is a worthwhile pursuit for each and…

Surrender

Learning to let go can take a lifetime, maybe more. Learning to flow with life and it’s rhythms can take a lifetime, maybe more. Learning to make magic out of what can so easily become mundane can take years. Life is difficult and marvellous, full of frustration and paradoxes. There are also moments of bliss…

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…

Earth

Not all of us run, but many of us do. Does it mean anything? It probably means many things. I will share a bit of what goes through my head during those long miles of solitary  (but only from a particular viewpoint) marathon training. Footfall, heartbeat breath and earth footfall, heartbeat death and birth Footfall…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…