This month has been a bit rough.
A lot of...(fill in the blank on a given day), has come to the surface. And while I work with my breathe, and exercise the shit out of a day, I can't get away from what my body knows and remembers.
That's why I love spin so much. Inside that dark room, (we ride in the dark with candles as the light source), there is no room for thinking. We empty our mind and we collectively ride and sure as shit, if I start thinking, the teacher will say, 'stop thinking...', not looking my way, but still seeing me.
As the third anniversary of her death looms, I grieve anew. It's different now, thankfully. That kick in the gut despair is no longer there, but in its place the sadness lingers; the reminder that death is learning to live with a broken heart.
As the third anniversary of her death looms, I grieve anew. It's different now, thankfully. That kick in the gut despair is no longer there, but in its place the sadness lingers; the reminder that death is learning to live with a broken heart.
