squeaky shoes.
Know emptiness,
Be compassionate.
Thanksgiving was a lovely holiday here. We ate in our newly decorated dining room and it worked out beautifully. We had everyone here and we ate well and desserted well and then wrapped it all up. I missed my brother Rick and Dan but so is life.
I know we would be together if we could be. That is enough for me at this point.
I walk and send out pictures to everyone of what Im seeing. Just because I love it so much. whether its the path in front of me the river behind me or the sun rising over the mountains. I love what I see and LOVE the people in my life so, want to share it.
Thats about all I can share with them. The peace I can conjur on my walks is alot bigger than the pictures I can send them with a few short words.
I walk and sing and nod to runners.
I kick leaves, watch birds, and ask questions of myself and GOD.
I laugh to myself, cry sometimes, and lose myself to the pound of my heart in my ears between songs.
Which then draws me back to the root of the walking-my heart.
The unreliable, overly sensitive, fist sized beating away bundle of muscle... heart.
I feel it beating in there and wonder how much longer are you going to keep up?
I want sometimes to just start running to see how hard it can really go, but then again I dont want the repercussions of "A TEST."
I start my walk mindful of "the heart thing" but as I go further it seems to wander off for a while as I hear my sneakers squeak through the miles. The "heart thing" is always there.
Indigestion or a heart attack?
A cold or a heart attack?
A cough or a heart attack?
Too much sugar or a heart attack?
Annoying isnt it? yep.
Yet better than the alternative.
Which brings me back to the walk.. I feel good about it, I think it brings me something Im missing most days. Quiet "think about only what you want for the next hour" time. There is a spot along the levee that is a perfect sitting spot. I walk by it most times and think, "sit for a while, and just rest.." but Im trying to walk on by. remembering the HEART of the walk (hahah get the pun there)
I didnt sit today because it was all wet with dew, maybe tomorrow I will sit and ponder a few extra minutes.
Know emptiness,
be compassionate.
I have known emptiness, I will know it again Im sure. It was a gift.
Without it I wouldn't realize how full and rewarding and beautiful my life is today.
People are very lonely in this world, some are starving for attention.
I see empty faces at work, at stores, in crowds.
Be kind people, smile at a stranger, touch a hand a second longer, look in someones eyes.
Say a prayer for someone you see driving or sitting alone.
If you have known emptiness, be kind to anyone-anyone will be grateful.
I will walk again tomorrow morning. Visit my dead friends at the cemetery. They are constants and peaceful and give me a sense of comfort. These were real people that walked and lived their lives as I do today.
I will someday be underground and hope that someone can take a walk over my patch of grass and be grateful for their beating heart and squeaky shoes. Maybe they will even be singing along with their music and chatting to themselves about husbands and sons that talk too much.
Love to all and to all a goodnight.
Be compassionate.
Thanksgiving was a lovely holiday here. We ate in our newly decorated dining room and it worked out beautifully. We had everyone here and we ate well and desserted well and then wrapped it all up. I missed my brother Rick and Dan but so is life.
I know we would be together if we could be. That is enough for me at this point.
I walk and send out pictures to everyone of what Im seeing. Just because I love it so much. whether its the path in front of me the river behind me or the sun rising over the mountains. I love what I see and LOVE the people in my life so, want to share it.
Thats about all I can share with them. The peace I can conjur on my walks is alot bigger than the pictures I can send them with a few short words.
I walk and sing and nod to runners.
I kick leaves, watch birds, and ask questions of myself and GOD.
I laugh to myself, cry sometimes, and lose myself to the pound of my heart in my ears between songs.
Which then draws me back to the root of the walking-my heart.
The unreliable, overly sensitive, fist sized beating away bundle of muscle... heart.
I feel it beating in there and wonder how much longer are you going to keep up?
I want sometimes to just start running to see how hard it can really go, but then again I dont want the repercussions of "A TEST."
I start my walk mindful of "the heart thing" but as I go further it seems to wander off for a while as I hear my sneakers squeak through the miles. The "heart thing" is always there.
Indigestion or a heart attack?
A cold or a heart attack?
A cough or a heart attack?
Too much sugar or a heart attack?
Annoying isnt it? yep.
Yet better than the alternative.
Which brings me back to the walk.. I feel good about it, I think it brings me something Im missing most days. Quiet "think about only what you want for the next hour" time. There is a spot along the levee that is a perfect sitting spot. I walk by it most times and think, "sit for a while, and just rest.." but Im trying to walk on by. remembering the HEART of the walk (hahah get the pun there)
I didnt sit today because it was all wet with dew, maybe tomorrow I will sit and ponder a few extra minutes.
Know emptiness,
be compassionate.
I have known emptiness, I will know it again Im sure. It was a gift.
Without it I wouldn't realize how full and rewarding and beautiful my life is today.
People are very lonely in this world, some are starving for attention.
I see empty faces at work, at stores, in crowds.
Be kind people, smile at a stranger, touch a hand a second longer, look in someones eyes.
Say a prayer for someone you see driving or sitting alone.
If you have known emptiness, be kind to anyone-anyone will be grateful.
I will walk again tomorrow morning. Visit my dead friends at the cemetery. They are constants and peaceful and give me a sense of comfort. These were real people that walked and lived their lives as I do today.
I will someday be underground and hope that someone can take a walk over my patch of grass and be grateful for their beating heart and squeaky shoes. Maybe they will even be singing along with their music and chatting to themselves about husbands and sons that talk too much.
Love to all and to all a goodnight.
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