Often, I walk first thing … well, second thing in the morning. This is a practice I have tried, from time to time, to incorporate into my life. Sometimes, unforeseen circumstances keep me from this discipline: it’s raining, it’s too hot, it’s too cold, I slept too long, I need to read/write… The list goes on, and finally I have to admit that I just don’t like walking. Well, I like it better than not being able to walk and I know that the only way to continue to be able to do something is to continue to do it.
But, when I walk, I am usually reminded of an acquaintance who always walked looking down. She claimed that nearly every stroll she took, she found money. Many pennies, but larger coins and even bills, she had spied lying in the grass or along the walkway. She boasted she had over $1500 in a savings account she had opened just for the money she found.
I say, she has gained $1500 but lost a lot of beauty. On my occasional walks I have discovered how green Arkansas is year round, how many different kinds of birds live here in this small town, how many squirrels and flowers and how many dogs would be nipping at my ankles were it not for the strict leash law we have here.
So, I’m not too crazy about walking every day. It’s a discipline and I like discipline in my life (finally) so I will soldier on. Why don’t you join me? See you about 6:30. That’s a.m.