Still Walking...

I went walking again yesterday. I walked until it hurt and then kept walking. I'm sure there's someone out there who knows about podiatry who is shaking their head right now. Still I walked. I walked until the problems I started with dissolved and solutions manifested themselves instead.

My sister, who has gone to meditation retreats around the world, once told me about a thing called a walking meditation. So, in a way, this is similar. But I think that the results I come upon are sometimes effected by the scenery and the things I pass by – everyday symbols hung up around us.

This was not the first dead bird that I saw along my walk. I was surprised that no wild creatures had dragged it off. Its wings and breasts made a heart shape. It lay undisturbed in the gravel and sand – its deathbed.

While I saw birds that had fallen, I also saw a mighty eagle. At least this is what I think it is. It was large, brown, with white tail-feathers, and yellow feet. I also think a yellow beak. I saw this giant bird perched atop a building and then swooping with large wings, alighted atop the telephone pole.

I saw several cacti. I believe that this one is a prickly pear. I'll have to study up on my desert plants, animals, and birds. I am still not familiar with them or their names. How odd that I should feel kindred with the unnamed.

When I finally made it back to the house, the sun had dipped below the horizon and the warmth of the day was replaced by the cool of the night. I had either resolved or forgotten my troubles. My feet and legs ached... but that didn't matter.