Reality summed up in a walk


I went on a neighborhood walk this morning, where I first saw this carpet of petals and blossoms.  A few blocks beyond, a woman pushing a child in a stroller smiled when she saw what I had managed to appropriate from the ground under the lilac bush.

At the end of the street I kneeled down to check on a baby bird lying on its back, its heart beating furiously.  I felt helpless, suspecting that it was about to become a meal for a crow, but unable to think of any way to protect it.  I hoped its parents would come to its rescue.  As I started to climb a short hill my left knee began to hurt, the after-effects of walking like a maniac the past few weeks, but I was distracted from the pain when the sun came out from behind a cloud to take a bow.  I waved at a few neighbors, smiled at walkers I didn’t know, who seemed as happy as I was that the sky was mostly blue.  About halfway along my route, my eyes began to water from the pollen.  When I arrived home my cat was sitting on the walkway watching for me, already purring by the time I reached him, because he knew he would be snacking soon.  Joy, beauty, sadness, pain, family, community, pleasure, sorrow, companionship, birth, middle age, death.  All of human reality encapsulated in a walk around my neighborhood.

About stillalife

I retired June 30, 2010 after working for 40 years in the field of education and most recently doing school public relations/community outreach in a mid-size urban school district. I wrote for superintendents and school board members. Now I'm writing for me and I hope for you. In this blog, I offer my own views coupled with the latest research on how to preserve our physical and mental health as we age, delve into issues most of us over 50 can relate to like noticing wrinkles and forgetting where we left our keys, discuss the pros and cons of different ways to engage our minds and bodies after we leave the workplace, and throw in an occasional book review, all peppered with a touch of humor, irony, and just plain silliness.
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