An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day. ~ Henry David Thoreau
Thursday (July 12th) marked the birthday of my favorite author - Henry David Thoreau.
To commemorate his birthday, I spent alot of time writing. I would have gone walking, but we are experiencing a muggy heat wave in the NorthEast, and as much as I am a fan of Nature.. I am not a fan of heatstroke.
Lexi and I did get out for a walk yesterday.... we jaunted down to Otter Ponds so she could take a dip in the ponds before the heat of the day took over.
Because it was so early, when we got out to the ponds we were completely alone. I wondered what it would have been like to have visited the ponds 100 years earlier. Before the days of electricity, cars, phones... all the modern conveniences. I then pulled my iPhone out of my back pocket, took a picture of Lexi playing by the waters edge, and uploaded it to Facebook. Crazy, even in my daydreaming of pioneering I can't seem to resist a good status update.
Walking back, it was harder to imagine ourselves in the past, so my mind went to where it centers - the present. Lexi galloped ahead, trying to out run the flock of mosquitos that were chasing her... and I thought about the meaning of walking. We have turned it into a form of exercise. A chore. I hate chores... but I love walking. I thought about my Dad, and how he loves to walk his fields. He surveys each hill, notes each change in the landscape, dutifully studies the wildlife, their habits - while they stand astute and study Dad and his habits.
I thought about my own occupation ... how I sit for hours on end at my computer, on the phone, or studiously studying research for my workshops and masterminds. I thought about how Thoreau scoffed "When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shopkeepers stay in their shops not only for the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them - as if the legs were made to sit upon - I think they deserve some credit for not having all committed suicide long ago" What he just described was being stir-crazy.... that feeling of phantom anxiety that I just can't put a finger on. Life is good, but I feel antsy, anxious and testy - ya, I guess you can say I go insane. The prescription to my insanity is not an the form of a pill, but a daily dose of walking - so why aren't I taking this wonder drug more often?
Lexi found herself occupied by treeing a chattering red squirrel. It still amuses me how alert and serious she becomes about our adventures. In our near 3 mile walk, I had thought about the bane of my existance, the purpose of my life, what I needed to get at the store, and what work was awaiting for me when I returned. Again, Thoreau's words came back to me "The thought of some work will run in my head and I am not where my body is - I am out of my senses. In my walks I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?"
Return to the woods Cilly.... go back to your senses.
All the solutions to my lifes "so-called" problems came rushing to me .... while I took a walk ... with Lexi.
Paradise is Here, Paradise is Now .... Paradise is Walking Back to Your Senses