I walk this morning with the aim of health, both physical &
mental. A search for clarity; perhaps a
quest. My mind is open; I listen only
to the sounds around me, which change from the mundane to nature. There is a light breeze on this cool late
morning. The sun shines brightly,
providing a bit of warmth. The squeak
of prairie dogs can be heard.
Upon leaving the civilized world and its concrete, I step
onto the soft & quiet dirt path.
A path that, while leading me to an overlook, becomes less
quiet as my feet crunch upon the stones, which are like litter from the giant
sandstone quarry below.
At this vantage point I can see west, with an expanse far to
my south & north, the majesty of the mountains: foreground, background,
peaks & valleys, native names, my surname, snow-tipped or dark with
shadows.
I hope to see the deer we saw one other time (but it is not
to be…most likely due to the loudness of my approach).
I hope not to encounter snakes or coyotes.
I can fully appreciate the beauty around me, my fortunate
circumstances that led me here…but I need to grasp my place. Who am I?
Who do I want to be? What do I
want to do? How do I fill my time
meaningfully? Over what do I still have
control?
Over what do I still have control??? That’s it!
I can control how my time is spent.
I could make myself a schedule, in any configuration. I can arrange my mornings so that I get my
workouts in and then be showered and ready by 8:30; thereby leaving the whole
day ahead of me to “work”: my creative
pursuits, my reading & studies, my household “chores”, the shopping. I will get through my To Do Lists just as I
would at a job!
It’s clearer now. I
must take advantage of this time I am given, or rather, taking! The things I have been writing in journals,
hoping to bring to fruition some day will be given existence. This time is a gift…I can spend it how I
choose…but I must not squander it.
Be like the eagle that soared above my head: wings spread, confident in flight, with a
destination in mind, but the path getting there yet to be determined.
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