23. Let’s Go on A Walk

Welcome to Musing Interruptus. I’m so happy you clicked and are listening. I’ve been wanting to do this with you for a long time. Let’s take a walk together. I love taking walks, either alone or accompanied. What a great way to connect and flow. I woke up cold with the familiar smile on my face that beats me to my thoughts each morning. It was raining. I think this is the first rainy morning of the year, it’s not, but if feels that good. Cloudy, cold, dark, beautiful morning. It was raining, so we have to wait for the right time to go out. Just be patient. It is 9:00 am, the rain has stopped, and the weather is wonderful, the air is perfectly crisp.  My body is vibrating with happiness and peace, Penny Lane, my dog, is uneasy about having to wait for our walk. She is forgiving and helps me put her dog harness on. Let me correct that, she doesn’t help, she just didn’t move back when I get close to her. Before leaving the house, I put my shoes on, one at a time, grabbed my mask, the keys, and walking sunglasses (just in case the sun poked its rays out from behind the gray clouds). I’m wearing the hugged sweater and the watch that counts my steps and monitors my heart. I never check the register… but I assume it would alert me to something wrong. Fit as a fiddle I am… no beep - beeps, buzzing, or otherwise. As I take the first steps out the door, peace invades me, I’m cold but I don’t go back for a jacket. Today it is Penny, the wind, and me. If it starts raining again, it will be a win. The music is perfect, and I can’t help but smile. No one is around, its too cold, I guess. Cold for summer, that is for sure… cold for this city, for certain. I’m so happy. Today I wake up, an aunt to my brother’s first baby boy, today I have no regrets but love to speak of and declare, today my body vibrates with happiness, peace, and freedom. I can’t help it, as I walk and feel the wind hit my face and rustle my hair, I feel an invitation to dance, and Penny agrees. Each step down the sidewalk, brings new thoughts and private conversations back to life. I smile, I hold my body up like a ballerina, and take everything in, through my eyes and the pores of my skin, hoping I will remember every detail, from the color of the sky to the strength in my legs, and how Penny looks up at me every so often. I dance a little and think how spectacular to be able to do that and remember a conversation about the power of an ever-patient ballet teacher and the dream to learn ballet that came true. The wind is the perfect dance partner and listens to my every step and thought. I remember the times I’ve been alone but felt the company of something and the pseudo mysticism of energy. Coming out energetic is understood by the few that live it, the rest enjoy or reproach the fiction. In any case, the wind, Penny, and I are on a walk, clop clop clop, jingle jingle swoosh. Continue Reading