The Running Bum

Running Wild With Words

I looked at my once caged mind from the other side of the fence. On my first attempt running up the Bears Ears I saw nothing but the blank white wall of a blizzard and strong winds slapping me in the face. It matched how I felt that February morning–cold, alone, sad and blind to …

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I finally feel the constant buzz of being a displaced outcast with a spinning head and a broken heart dissipate. I sit on the floor and on the ground outside for hours, the longest stretch of stillness for me in months (many months). I allow the weight of gravity to hold me in place. I …

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Holy shit. What have I done. Where am I? I left everything I know to focus on what I know best. Just two weeks earlier I spent 36 hours in this tiny town I’ve never heard of before in southwest Colorado. I liked it’s charming single block downtown, panoramic mountain views and relatively warm weather …

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