11/10/2023
Sometimes I cry and beg God to take me back to better days. I think of that year traveling around the Southwest. The freedom, independence, liberation. The sound of my breath, the meeting of the earth and my feet, that became my soundtrack of those days. I wonder how many miles I walked that year. My hiking shoes have been living in my van since I got sick. I got them out this week and they still have that red Sedona dust on them. I miss the big skies and the brightest stars I’ve ever seen. I miss staring at the moon every night. I miss waking up in new places all the time. I miss being able to move about in the world. I miss having options. I miss my old body. I miss my old self… I really really miss her 🧡