Ever since I’ve been estranged from my daughter, walking has become more and more necessary for me just to get through the day.
Going on a walk can turn a bad day into a good one. A mantra I use while walking is that “I refuse to be defined by the child that threw me away like yesterday’s trash.”
Most of my adult life I’ve gone on long walks & hikes, always stopping to pet a cat, or to admire a flower that reminds me of my Mother’s garden & inhaling the sweet scent.
Walking among big trees such as Pine, Cedar, and Redwoods is also a source of great pleasure. Watching the waves crash on an empty beach can be uplifting as well.
Sometimes I listen to my favorite Bluegrass & Country music on the walk-man that my Father gave me, and other times the silence of a forest is golden.
Take the time to stop & smell the roses…
“Morning Has Broken” Namaste