Friday, July 31, 2015

Walk Starved

The last few days have been a whirlwind, every minute filled. What's gone missing is what never should — walk time, think time, coming-to-terms-with-it-all time.

This will change soon, so I'm hanging on.

In the meantime, though, I realize how much I need to be outside in the elements, striding through them. It's a combination of movement and light, of rhythm and pacing. It's the shrubbery, the flowers and the muddy path. It's every house I pass and every tree.

But insights come from absence, too.

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