Daily writing prompt

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

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The blackbird

I’d taking up early morning runs in my teens and it was because of her I stopped. One day as I ran along the lone dirt path she attacked my head without warning.

The likelihood of her attacking again was low but she awoke a dormant fear I hadn’t the fortitude to face.

She’s morphed into a variety of people over this lifetime and after seeing her in so many forms I’ve learned the importance of the lone dirt path; the beauty in running beyond the fear and the grace granted in keeping ones head.