Dear John

October 30, 2018





Fall's cold wind sharply bites my face as I feel the beaten dirt path beneath me with each long and vigorous stride through Canmore's exquisite forest. 


Slash. " That fucking branch sure did cut deep "  as I continued up into the mountains this morning. It's already 9 am and I've been running these rugged trails since leaving Basecamp Resorts at 7. To some you would see a woman who resembled that of a deer, long legs, lean yet powerful body with an elegance as she quickly propelled herself forward while quickly turning as the trails led around sharp corners. Running has in fact always been my solace, the one place no one can get a hold of me and to where I can hear the beating of my own heart. 

This is where I come alive. 


Dear John, 


I'm in fact running this morning to figure out the emotions that have been strangling me since last night's drive. To release it, to leave it in the cold and lose it somewhere in the heart of the Rocky Mountains.

You are / were everything that embodies kindness and love so for that I thank you. Life has a way of connecting those who will share unbreakable bonds or at least have the potential to. Mahatma Gandhi said it best which is all I will ever hope for you.

“Carefully watch your thoughts, for they become your words. Manage and watch your words, for they will become your actions. Consider and judge your actions, for they have become your habits. Acknowledge and watch your habits, for they shall become your values. Understand and embrace your values, for they become your destiny.” 


For something so new is delicate and can be executed with one wrong word and the smallest action. 

You might not have a notion to read my writings but if you do know that you have created a place in my heart just as I love unconditionally to all those around. 
You are the first to open my heart and for that I thank you. 


Dear John....


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