I've never considered myself a poet. I love to write. I love to play with words. But if I were to pick something I resonate with - I'm a trail runner. I’ve spent endless hours on trails. I run because I love it. However, 8 years ago, my running took on more meaning and purpose than it ever had. I ran because I had postpartum depression. I ran because my mom was dying. I ran because after my daughter was hospitalized in a foreign country, I felt fear and anxiety and I ran because I couldn't sleep anymore. I ran for my sanity. I ran to momentarily escape the worry. And I ran for my healing.
In those hours I ran in forests, by rivers, creeks, and mountains something magical happened. Something in me changed. It's hard to describe what it was, but words started flowing. I would stop my run - sometimes in tears, sometimes with a huge smile on my face and I would write. I would write what inspired me. I would write what was hurting. I would write about the beauty I was seeing. And those words became my solace, my joy, my inspiration –they became my poetry.
I want to invite you to experience the solace, the joy, the inspiration.