It is something I started (actually, re-started) over the weekend. And I’ve continued. Fine, 5 days is not exactly a great track record but I’m still doing it, aren’t I? It is also true that some days I begin later in the morning than others. The point being… I’m still doing it. That should count for something.
Everyday the route changes. I like variety. Everyday I add a little more distance. It feels good. Sure, it’s fun to look around and check out the other homesteads in the hood but what I enjoy most about it is the solitude… that zen thing that kicks in when a rhythm and pace has been established.
I have always marveled at how certain simple activities produces that effect. One where the chaos, distractions and woes of the world (including the self) is stripped away and one is spirited into “the personal quiet”.
I have missed that for a while. There was a time when I could snap out of the clutter of life and be whisked off to that place on cue. The zone where one is most creative. Not just in an “artsy” way but also in the “everyday life” kinda way. The place where solutions to challenges appear in the most simple and straightforward form. It’s as if the gaudy speckled curtain rises revealing a bare stage. One where a myriad of scenarios play out for our examination. Our choice is then to pick one.
This really is the favorite thing about my walks. So much so I don’t even stop to consider the health benefits from the exercise I’m attaining. To me… that’s just a bonus.
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