Monday, May 27, 2013


I've come to appreciate my legs.
My body.
I am grateful.
For movement.
For forward motion.
For sight.
It's not about training.
It's not about being better.
It's about being out there.
I grow up.
I move up.
I breathe the air. 
I touch the leaves. 
I run my palms over the Madrona.
I feel forest.
When I breathe what it releases; it gives me purpose.
It gives me peace.
There is no where else I'd rather be.


  1. This is really great. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Nice read, Korey. Hope the recovery is going well.