Lost myself this evening in a 2 hour walk. It was truly wonderful. All my senses were alive and kicking. I treaded lightly and joyfully through piles of bright pink apple blossoms strewn all over the gray sidewalks. I felt the air shift from heated and tired...heavy from the day's use, to cooler and steady as the night settled in. Darkening slowly and softly, the sky drifted into moonlight and hovered gently in a freshful resting place...my mind finally let go of the day's stresses and strains. The lengthy walk shook all the day's dreck loose.
The bulk of our lives is lived inside our heads...a crazy thought if one thinks about how crowded it is in there. There are so many voices competing daily for one's attention...and that raises the stress level. Attempts to practice patience derail as the noise level rises. God save us all from the culture clamor.
I will never (so help me) read another diet book or look at another magazine article about quick weight loss for the summer swimsuit season or listen to another distraught person on a talk show go on and on about their weight issues. Books, articles and obviously people with their opinions all have their rightful place...but my head is full to bursting and I want to be more picky about what gets stuffed in there. I can't walk 2 hours everyday...even though I would love to. Two hours is apparently what it takes to clear this head of mine. Do not disturb, please.
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