Tuesday, April 3, 2012
One foot in front of the other
That's the Library of Congress behind the tree.
The green dust is flying. I should be miserable with allergies, but somehow, I'm not, at least not yet. I'm well aware that part of my spring pattern is the thought, Maybe this year it won't be so bad. That thought precedes the pollinating oaks and grasses. Oh the oaks! We get along all year except during their spring orgy at which time they lay me low, historically anyway. Maybe this year it won't be so bad. Ya think?
Until I get miserable (IF I get miserable) I'll be spending lengthy chunks of each day outside, walking around. The weather is much more March-like this week than it was all winder. It's windy and cooler as it should be. The animal of my body appreciates appropriate weather. I find it reassuring that I must put on a jacket to be comfortable. This is right and proper since once summer settles over the swamp, I will wear as little as I can get away with (which may I say is not as easy as when I was younger.)
When Jake died, I worried I would lose touch with the world outside my front door, that I would avoid walking as I did before he came into my life. It has been almost three years since he passed. If anything, I am spending more time walking than I did during his last year. He was so fragile, he really couldn't walk far and I couldn't bear to take long hikes without him. I am very grateful that my many years with that dog set me in a pattern of walking every day.
There are many things on my mind, too many things! I'll get out there now, walk with my thoughts, walk through my thoughts, maybe learn something I don't already know, one of my favorite activities.