“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday, I walk myself into a state of well-being & walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, & the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right.”
― Søren Kierkegaard
On my walk up the hill, with the wind at my back, I feel my heightened energy. There is the snow, there are all of the let down people on the computer because the world didn’t end today (at least I think they seem let down), there is the holiday, and there is a lot of stuff that just goes on in my head. My pace is on high.
With the snow coming from my back I am able to see the actual flakes fall in front of me. Perfect crystals of ice. I have now been introduced to the graphic of snow. It is not the muddy mess that we, as Southern Californians, would excitedly drive up the mountain to see. It is far from that.
I turn to go home. The snow blowing horizontally into my face stings my eyes. There is no making out the tiny details now, the wind is too strong in this direction.
It amazes me how the first half a walk can be so different from the last half. The shift of the brain. The direction of the wind. The energy burned the energy gained. The last day of the Mayan calendar the first day of the rest of my life.
I love your comments about Doris. I wish I could post her picture.
Do you have a photo of Doris?
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