The geese were carrying on a lively conversation over my shoulder.
I stopped on the curve. I owed them my attention. They used to captivate me so.
And now don’t really.
Not sure why.
The dangerous turn where people just don’t care.
Drive way too fast, using our quiet neighborly place as a shortcut, cut through, toss your trash and beer cans out place.
I paused to talk with the father and daughter in their yard. The little girl’s a twin and her sister’s got a fever. She’s solving a mystery her daddy told me.
The result of a week filled with “Scooby Doo”.
I watch as she pieces together her clues, little slips of paper her daddy hung in the trees, hid near the wagon.
I notice he’s patient.
His twin daughter, the one most inquisitive.
“Merry Christmas” she told me, three times or four.
Then her daddy, a police officer reminded me to be careful, people drive too fast and then he told me that when he sees me walking he prays I’ll be safe.
I told him I have to walk, don’t worry, I’m careful.
I’d be a shell of myself if someone told me to stop walking.
So, I walked at dusk on Christmas Day.
It was joyful.
Cutting short my route because of talking to the daddy and daughter and well, because I’m slow now, slower than three months ago.
Vertigo scared me then gave me permission to eat bread.
Sandwiches, I decided.
I’ll just eat sandwiches now.
And it’s been six months since my feet have stood still on either side of the number on a scale.
Last week someone told me to keep being me.
Just be you. DK
I have been thinking of it since.
So, today is day two of walking solitary again with words or music in my ears.
My bones feel inflated, the rub of joints and hips; but, today was better than yesterday and so on and so on.
Thinking I’m not able but trying anyway.
30 feet or even less, the left heel moving weight to the toe and then the right and the left and the bounce, bounce of the headphone wire against my chest.
I’m elated although I don’t go far.
The geese caused me to pause as I rounded the curve.
The sky has swept the slate clean and I can’t explain it but there’s a freedom in my feet.
There’s a light sense of new as the horizon replied with a sky that said love.
And I’ve added maybe 90 seconds of running to a 15 minute walk and I’ve given myself permission to be okay with the accomplishment of that.
Okay because it is me and I, after all.
Must be me.
And someone told me to keep being me.
Someone else told me they pray for me.
Neither of the two I will forget.
No, I’ll keep going.
Keep going towards you, Lisa Anne. You’re closer than you’ve ever known.
I’ve just read that DK who can’t fathom how significant his three words were…the just be you that has set the tone for my 2020 thoughts, has experienced loss on Christmas Day and so, I pray for him. I pray for peace in a time and a thing that makes no sense, the heavy weight of his loss. I will pray the kindness shown to the one he’s lost will be in turn, known by him.