To get back into the habit of writing for myself I decided the best way to get back into my inner world (that lonely place where you try to summon something of worth from within), was to get OUT of my head and stop worrying about it so much.
So that’s what I did, what I’ve been doing. I took a walk. And then, many of them over the past several days. I keep doing that. Walking. When you do that, you worry about this or that. Your thoughts go meandering here and there. . .imagining the best and the worst. All kinds of scenarios.
Some days, I took a short run before the walk, but yeah, mostly I’ve walked. I would love to be one of those serious runner people but I get bored easily and I never get into that zone thing that runners talk about. I used to run decades ago but my knees now tell me that I did do that. So mostly, now, I walk–rapidly. But, I get a lot of my ideas, my inspiration from walking. And I observe.
It’s my humble opinion that overcast days are the best for walking and comtemplation. I notice more. If the sun is shining I’m either too hot or worried about the UV or UVA or the UVB rays getting me (like I need more freckles, at what point do they become age spots instead of freckles? After 45, when?).
I’ve never understood why people like to bake in the sun. I see it at the pool and at the beach when hundreds of people clamor to get a spot and sweat. I just don’t get it. Why would you want to sit in the sun and sweat profusely?
I did some of that when I was younger but I never liked it. I’d sweat and move around and check my tan (burn) lines and wonder, what the hell am I doing? I never liked it. I just did it because everyone else did. I don’t do that anymore.
I’m getting off topic here.
As much as I love being near the beach–I’ve lived near one for years now–I’d rather just look at it, at this point in my life–on sweet, cool, cloudy days. Ditto for walking in a park. Or on a pier.
Here’s some pictures of the park I walked around in.
So after I ran around this space, I walked. I’m in a very pet-friendly place, which those of you who know me, know I love that.
At any given time, there are people here fishing off the pier.
And there are all kinds of fish and other crustaceans you can catch here. I like crabs. Like this one that I can catch here if I want to:
Here’s a net that I can catch the crabs with and just in case I fall overboard while I’m trying to catch them, there’s plenty of these life preserver thingys hanging everywhere.
I’ve always liked these little critters–the way they skitter from side to side. I have crab pillows.
They don’t go forward or backward, just side to side as if they’re trying to decide which way is best. The way I’ve been feeling for a while. Look at that, I just made kind of a crab metaphor.
There’s also a handy gauge for measuring your crabs and fish once you’ve caught them.
Here’s some other things I saw during my walks.
In case you need to sit on the park/pier and contemplate or forget about life for awhile, there’s plenty of places to do that with some great views:
Though there are lanes clearly marked; one for walkers/runners and one for bikers, there are always those few “serious” bikers that wear alien helmets and spandex and whizzzzzz past, never slowing down, no matter what.
There are also signs posted that use words–clearly stating that they slow down since moms walk their kids in strollers, but the serious bikers usually don’t slow down.
I told hubby one day, if I only had a broom handle. Not really, but seriously why can’t they slow down? Then I stop stressing about them and continue my walking.
I look down and see this. V from Lame Adventures wrote a riveting documentary post about this. I thought of her and realized this is everywhere. Thank you, V for bringing this to our attention.
I took a close-up shot with a zoom lens of some marsh grass that reminded me of a Dr. Seuss character’s hair.
Sometimes I wear my ipod and imagine myself to be in an action movie. While I was walking one day, I looked down as I was nearing the end of the bridge and saw this:
Then I have to walk back. Here’s what I saw one day while I was walking.
Thanks for hanging in with me and scrollllllling through all these pictures of this pictorial blog post. Sometimes the best place to be is outside our heads. When I do this, I can soak up all the good stuff that’s out there — free — just mine for the taking. I remember that no matter what I may be going through, a long walk is good for the soul. It reminds me of how sweet life really is and how there is always, always a safe landing net, somewhere. Sometimes I find it in the most unexpected places.