Many trails lead across the flat plain Belonging down a deep river canyon. People gather to watch sunrises and sunsets which paint the rock walls red, lavender, yellow, and orange. Painters erect easels and canvas to capture the colors they saw with a certain loved one. Herds of wild horses gallop across the plain, browse pink and white prairie flowers, and lower their heads to the river. Longhouses on the mesas provide shelter. Visitors walk the plains at dawn and dusk holding hands with their loved ones. They carry maize in clay pots made in companionable silence.
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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