I have done plenty of walking in my life, and done it willingly. Movement has always been important to me, and quite therapeutic and clarifying. I prefer to walk outdoors and always welcome and bid adieu to Nature’s changing seasons by being out in each on foot; taking in the transformations happening around me, realizing the transformations taking place within me. Step by step, I find direction.
A Nature-lover from an early age, it has been my consistent link to God, Great Spirit, Higher Power. Even when I feel distant from organized religion, or some deity looking out for me, I never lose faith in the awe of Nature. So I walk on. Sometimes solo, sometimes with my husband and our dog. Or with friends and family who enjoy a “walk and talk” as much as I do. When recovering from illness, injuries, or surgeries, walking is my improvement gauge.
The most distinct memory I have of this is when I was going through chemotherapy treatments for breast cancer. I was spared some of the worst side effects, but it still knocked me down, especially days 3-5 after a treatment. A walk outside, even for a few blocks, was my way of drawing strength from my surroundings. As I felt better, I walked further. It was as sure a sign of hope as anything else I could point to.
Nature is sometimes the topic of my writing, but more often it is my source of inspiration and where I gather ideas. Running is an especially effective generator of new material. Heading down the trails of our community, putting on miles, my mind works in a different way. Ideas flow more freely and fresh thoughts find a way through the clutter easier.
Nature is also welcome common ground in my family. Growing up on a farm, we were more in tune to the weather, the temperature, and the varying seasons. My siblings and I carried that with us to adulthood and tend to share a deep appreciation, and plenty of light conversation, about it.
I was about to apologize for the simplicity of the poem that follows, written when I was 11 or 12, then I realized simplicity is the key. Nature, left alone and given time, simply does what it needs to do. When I felt I belonged nowhere else, I still felt at home in Nature. Today, Nature continues to nurture me and I listen carefully for the various songs it sings for me when I pay attention. The pace of Nature allows me to bloom late as opposed to never, and to keep slowly learning. Both blessings.
As I Walk Along
As I walk along the creek
It reminds me of a streak
An ancient streak of gold
Flowing from sources of old
As I walk along the wood
Where the big oak once stood
I feel the warm gentle breeze
All of which I want to seize
As I walk along the road
I remember all the stories told
Of the traveling of men
On this very road back then
As I walk along
I want you and I to belong
In this world of the strong
This world of Nature’s song
1977
I like the poem and your words about Nature. Thanks nature for your nurture.
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And I appreciate all the walks we have taken together over the years in various places
and states of residence. Thanks Aileen!
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The “walk and talks” were and are such lovely memories. Riley’s pond holds our family history. There is something about walking in nature that is so restorative. Roger and I logged many miles and saw so many miracles of nature. I remember his shoes all lined up in the closet. Walk on Roger….
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Indeed, think about the miles we have collectively logged as a family around those ponds.
Restorative is such an appropriate word. I am grateful you and Roger shared all the miles you did
over the years. And when a loved one is no longer physically beside us, they can still walk with us and in our memories. Thanks Danita!
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