Walk #3. It's dark again, but warm for a northeastern November evening. I needed to touch the trees again. I took a different route today. Partly because I saw neighbors on my normal route and I didn't feel like interacting. I just wanted to be present with my walk tonight. I've been very tired since starting the new medication and I didn't think I would get very far. There weren't as may trees to touch but I stopped a couple times and admired the differences in all of them. Noticed those that were imperfect, like me. But thanked them again for being part of the earth and providing shelter for us and the animals. I picked a drying orange leaf. Ready to leave the tree and be blown away. Like me. I brought it home with me. it provided me comfort on my walk.
There wasn't as much to see tonight and honestly not much to think about. A few steps, a few tears, a few cool breezes.
Today I noticed more of what was going on in the neighborhood. People moving around in their homes; coming and going. when you feel bad, you imagine all in their houses are happy and healthy, but I know that is not true. I said a prayer for anyone in those homes who might be feeling like me. Then I said a prayer for myself.
I made it home. I moved my muscles and took in oxygen, and raised my heart rate a bit. All good for the body, my logical mind says. And hopefully good for the mind and soul.