The first day of a new month...a more low-key summer month...a month of varied breezes, heat waves, storms, rains, steams and cool-downs...a month to purge. This is a month to rise early, unpressured and calm while walking along the road...observing the first waves of heat-soaked dew rise off the fields...the steaming puddles pooled at the corners of the tarred cements chunks...waiting to be scorched and vaporized back into orange sky. This month settles in like a cool drink and a warm blanket...enveloping my mind as I rest and exercise and take time out to talk and listen...really listen to the people in my life.
I attempted to get a thirty minute walk in just before lunch. It took me more than twice as long because I was stopped twice along the way by good people who wanted to catch up...to chat...to re-connect. I gave up the "goal"..the "plan"...and allowed myself to be human. Sounds funny that I might have to make a conscious effort to let go that way...but our culture urges us ever forward...no time for reflection...no time for quiet thought...no time to iron out the brain folds which lie crinkled, crunched and raggedy at the base of my soul. I have been such a part of that mindset and I don't want to be part of it anymore. My eating, my exercise, the condition of my soul and spirit, the condition of my body...all change and bend toward the better as I allow myself to breathe...really breathe. Along the walk, I entered a grove...a green avenue of lush trees, wet swampy lands with piles of pine needle brush, sunlight seeping through the tree tops...overturned logs, the caw of a huge blackbird and the rustle of small animal life under the ground. Except for my footsteps sounding, I was silent. I was the interloper. I had entered green silence, wet and cool...and I was the better for it.
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