Equanimity: a heath by the shore. Grasses wave in gentle winds. Terns fly over. Echinaeca cone flowers grow among heather and lavender. Worn smooth seashells ground into fine sand line the shores. What comes ashore now are beautiful whole shells of giant snails. Beyond the reef, seas crash hard against the rocks. Rainbow fish weave in and out of bright coral.
Visitors come beach-combing and return home with shells and polished stones. Equanimity admits gentle and placid souls. The Guardians of Equanimity hold a Sounding Seashell to the forehead of each guest. Only those with relaxed minds may enter, observe, and join the works of these gentle artists, walkers, and beachcombers. They create works upon the shore unconcerned with permanence or preservation.
Relatable — I used this word in my reviews of Depression Hates a Moving Target by Nita Sweeney on Goodreads and Amazon . It's a nice word, but overused of late. So, it feels lazy. What do I mean? I connected with this book. It made me reflect more on my own first marathon experience. It made me want to put on my running shoes and head out the door again. In fact, I did. Now, typically, my mental health doesn't hinder my ability to do the stuff I want to do and my body flies under the radar. Still, I also felt goofy stepping out in my running gear a lot of the time. I didn't see myself as a "runner" or an athlete. And, I had no idea if I could run 13 miles let alone 26.2 when I started. More to the point, could I stay moving for the 4+ hours straight it would take to complete the marathon? To do the training mileage, I knew I'd have to run through streets and trails on my own and that made me nervous, too. Waves of grief wash us to strange shores. Whe...
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