I’ve always wanted to take a really long walkPosted: July 17, 2012
For at least a decade, maybe much longer, I’ve been fascinated with marathons. Even in high school, long distance running appealed to me. I never tried out for track and field sports. I was busy with gymnastics for much of my childhood, and by adolescence I was burnt out on sports in general. And busy with things that might not have served me as well as sports might have, but they got me where I am today so no regrets worth spending time on.
The thing is, I didn’t realize that my crazy yearning to participate in a marathon was really a desire to take a long walk. I like having my feet on the ground, in touch with the earth. Whenever I hear about someone walking across the country, my mind perks up with, “I wish I could join him/her/them!”
I don’t think I could run a marathon. It’s possible, but I don’t work too hard at running. I like to walk and occasionally break out in a jog, run, or even a dance. Silly walks are not beyond me either.
Walking the Appalachian Trail was once on my list of things to do. I don’t know when it dropped off. M and I have also talked about walking the Pembrokeshire Coast Path. That one is still on the list as it occasionally comes up as a possibility.
So it really should come as no surprise that walking The Camino is appealing to me. I have got to thinking, though, that I ought to start by walking and exploring (making a pilgrimage of sorts) my own neighborhood.
The problem with setting out from home is that I can only go so far one way before it’s time to turn around or loop back somehow. Then I remembered something that one of my blog friends, Kathy, does for her walks. (She is very wise.) Kathy has her husband drop her off somewhere and she walks home from there. Simple and brilliant. I could easily have M drop me off on his way to work, and there are several starting places to choose from since there are several routes he can take to get to work.
I’m going to wait for things to cool off a bit first. It’s too hot and humid for long walks. That doesn’t make me much of a pilgrim, does it? The hardships of the walk are part of the process, so they say. Still, most people do have enough sense to set out when they think they’ll have the best weather. For me that will likely be sometime in the fall, if the weather ever decides to return to normal.
I was up and about for another sunrise meditation this morning. The sunrise itself wasn’t much different from yesterday’s. (You might want to put your shades on for this next image.)
Still no rain. Like most of the country, we are in desperate need of it. I like to trust that Mother Nature knows what she’s doing, but the trees look so sad and droopy that I feel sorry for them, and have to wonder what she’s thinking. For those of you in the U.S. whose trees are suffering, yesterday Bo posted some tips on what to do for the trees: Crystal Ball Photography — Trees in a Drought.
Well, that’s about it from the Bogs for now. Thanks for stopping by and joining me on my rambles. If you happen to see the Rain Maiden, ask her to stop by for a few days. The trees, the other plants, the animals, the farmers, and the ponds and lakes and rivers and streams could all use some of her input.
- Saying Goodbye: Reflections on Walking as a Metaphor (opallaontrails.wordpress.com)