Tuesday, June 14, 2016

I Went for a Walk

Tuesday, June 14, 2016
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On Sunday late afternoon I went for a walk by myself. I'd been on a five-mile hike earlier in the day with Julie and two old friends visiting from central Ohio. The morning hike was birdy and fun: ceruleans and rose-breasts, dogs splashing in the creek. This evening walk (not hike) was just to decompress.

Taking a walk works for me.

I'm not someone who naturally finds time to relax. In fact, I need to make myself take some downtime every so often. The normal mode for me, it seems, has always been go-go-go. I see something that needs to be done and I move to take care of it.



While doing so I uncover or discover several other things needing some attention and move to them. Pretty soon a day is used up and gone. Never to return. Some days I feel a sense of accomplishment—"I got a lot done today!" Other days I'm frustrated at the lack of a measured, linear progression. Those are the days when I feel like a hummingbird flitting from blossom to flower, never staying long in one place, never perching to rest, burning up all the fuel I take in just to keep on flying and eating.

That seems like an expensive, not very centered, way to live.

Adding to my need to find a bit of peace on a meandering walk is the ever-present bombardment of news, social media, email, text messages, push notifications, phone calls. It's head-in-a-blender maddening. Makes me want to find a cave somewhere and pull the boulder over the entrance. I keep looking on Air BnB for a furnished cave but have yet to find one.

I've never been much of a self-help-book reader. A chapter or two and my mind drifts away from the author's arc, no matter how deep and poetic. I mark my place with the best of intentions, close the book's covers (which are usually laden with praise-y blurbs from other self-help peddlars) and almost never return to discover the as-yet-unread pearls of wisdom.
Nope. A walk is what helps me. And a good night's sleep, which is something that is helped by a walk. Breathing deeply on the walk also helps me.



And not watching a gory episode of "Game of Thrones." That reduces the nocturnal teeth-grinding in general. Which leads to better sleep and fewer crowns—though not the Game-of-Thrones kind of crowns. The dental kind. [Hey! Look! I used "dental" and "kind" in a sentence fragment!]

Music also helps a lot, but that's the subject for another blog post. Just saying "another blog post" opens the stopcock on a small drip-feed of guilt for not keeping this blog going. I could make excuses, but who'd buy them? The honest answer is: I was busy going too fast in some other direction and I forgot. Blogs are like walks: it takes time to do them right.

Let's hope it's not too late. After all, it's later than we think.

But first, let's talk a walk...



3 comments:

On June 14, 2016 at 7:38 PM Rondeau Ric said...

There is a place on the north shore of Erie where cell phones work occasionally, internet is faster than dial up (just) and we don't do thrones.
Closed roads to walk or bike, a bay for boating along the marsh edge, no traffic to speak of and bird song that's is the only alarm clock you need in your private sleeping building.
Just head to Detroit and make a right.
We'll leave the light on.

On June 14, 2016 at 7:44 PM Rondeau Ric said...

And we have great beer.

On June 22, 2016 at 10:02 PM David said...

A walk is the best cure for everything! I go out in the parks in my area for a mile or two every other evening after work....just watch out for the crazy cicadas...


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