It’s been over four months since I began writing my blog. I took some time to review my past writing, my growth and my journey. I decided reblog one of my favorite stories. Enjoy the read or the re-read as the case may be. Thank you friends for your continued encouragement and support. New post soon. I promise.
My favorite exercise and escape is walking on the beach. I run across the highway to the trail and am greeted by the sunset. I squint my eyes, take a deep breath and shake off the day. This is my peace. My body quickly finds its rhythm, its pace, and my legs lead the way, allowing my mind to wander.
I think of my parents everyday, on every walk. I can see my mom and I strolling along the shore, usually in winter, picking up sea glass, sand dollars, when we could find them, and unusual rocks and shells. She had a knack for finding unique treasures with interesting textures and colors. I loved that quality in her . . .to find beauty where no one else could, when it wasn’t obvious. I see my dad and I running on the trail together. His pace always pushed me, until he was nearly sixty and then he struggled to keep up with me. I remember one evening we ended the run at his…
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