I’m proud of myself today. I’ve walked twice this week, getting in my steps. Today I sauntered. I’m convinced it’s an art to tune out the world, your problems and live in the moment. My inspiration? Mary Frakes book, "". Usually I walk without a goal or intent. Lately though, I’ve sensed a need for a restorative walk. I’m craving an opportunity to read Thoreau. I must get out.
"The Art of the Saunder" from the book was my goal this day. I gave myself permission to just walk. No destination, only a goal–to get there in my own time. How wonderful to be free of a schedule or a deadline! This was my time. I’d spend it not fretting about work and its frustrations, but solely on me. So, I listened to the birds. I studied the clouds, storing away images to incorporate later in my art.
What a good walk it was. Along the way I found me.
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