With hand picked flower from our yard and a homemade card, YaYa and I brought his teacher to tears. Today marks another year since loosing her father. Sadly, we share an understanding regarding the pain that lives on year after year in spite of the moving on.

So many people tiptoe around days like this thinking that you’ll forget if they just don’t bring it up. We know better.  We know how much healing comes from a simple recognition of the loss.  Perhaps its respect for the dead.  I don’t know.

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It’s been a while since I’ve run at my favorite open space.  Although I’ve found new ground, I always welcome a trip back to trials from my running past.

As with many things, time away can change your perspective.  You may experience the same-old-same-old in a whole new light, which may be good or bad.

This was how today’s run was for me.  So much was the same, yet so much was new.  There were new fences, lots of new growth, and even the birth of new animals at the farm.  But there were still eight switch backs on one of my two favorites trails.

The familiar twinge in my knee reminded me to be cautious.  I obeyed.  Meanwhile, my heart joyfully said “go for it.”

Following the switch backs, I ran back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.  After a short while, my breathing eased and the run became more like a meditation.  I exited the last switch back completely filled up and renewed with energy.

I sure do love trail running.  Don’t  you?