I stretch feeling my body respond to warm up anticipating the miles ahead to run, and climb, this has always been my way since childhood, the Irish way. ☘️ My wardrobe of running clothes detail my bodies form perfectly but hides my warrior heart as I run the day. No shame in old clothes but there is in a cowardly heart. I am my Grand Mary’s Irish daughter .... proudly. The muscles in my legs and abdominal region speak of hundreds of miles hiked, ran and mountain sides have climbed with my bare hands. I can hear my Grand Mary exclaim “ quick the girls gone wild again and with that hair will be single the rest of her breathing days”. Takes a strong man to catch a woman who inside her heart is a warrior of days long gone . No one shames a person unless they are given permission and to harm the Homeless will awaken such bad energy that they will live their lives tearing out hair due to that negativity.
“ Pray for forgiveness for your sins because they are well seen “ Grand Mary
I no longer grieve for the burials of love lost I learned my lessons righteously and fought back with valor. Now no longer emotionally invested I let go of the rope that bound me. Free from it all.