Meditative Power Walking

I walk alone. I walk alone because I can go as fast as I like. I can relax and let my mind wander to whatever. Sometimes I run into a 1 or more people at the top of the hill and walk with them a while. They never accompany me on my entire journey. The woman that lives in the second house I pass on my walk has asked to walk with me. I’ve thought about it, but I would miss that time by myself.

When I walk I’m pass in and out of consciousness with the outside world. I walk in a constant steam of observation and babble to myself.

I hope my husband doesn’t lock me out while I’m gone. Sigh, I really need to paint those things. I hear two bells. Both cats must be outside. How am I ever going to finish everything today? I have to pay the website bill. I wonder if they’ll take a credit card. I have to go to that meeting tonight and fill in the paperwork. Hmmm, is the neighbor home? Where’s Jack? Oh! I hear him. <> He just realized I was walking by. He only gets a little bit of a run along the fence and barking. Uh Oh! The neighbor. Is that bird making that noise? Yes, yes it is that bird. I hope she’s not out. I don’t want to walk with her. I want to think. I like to walk alone so I can think. The llamas are in the shed out of the sun. They must be hot. That white one is still out! The pond…no skunk…swimming…Next week swimming starts again. I really need to register the girls…the meetings tonight…I need to fill out the forms…I CAN DO IT WHEN THE GIRLS GET HOME…school gets out early today…SQUEAK…what is that noise…all I see are sheep…there’s that noise again…what is that…oh well…I love swimming…which swimming pool should I choose…I could pay my out of district fee at the thprd…I don’t have time for masters swimming…I’m probably out of shape for swimming after 3 weeks off…hmmm, the two border collies aren’t out…no barking…I really miss swimming…I like to swim alone too…I love swimming…I wonder if I could do my mile in a 50 M pool. Is the distance too long? Boy, my legs are sore from hiking…one more week before the pool opens…I could work while the girls are swimming…maybe I can bring a laptop into the library…the girls could do their homework while they wait for their swim practice…I see two people talking at the top of the hill…I see the little white dog…that must be Sue…is that a man or woman she’s talking to…he/she’s wearing shorts…ah, it’s the husband…what’s his name…are they done walking or just starting…oh he’s walking away…he must be done…maybe she’s done too…

I run into Sue at the top of the hill, her dog comes over to great me. We talk about pets, coyotes, aging pets, the wind, the trees, cleaning up branches, dying pets. She walks with me until the hill starts back down.

I have to do my journal entry…maybe I’ll write about meditative walking…about the stream of thoughts…about my neighbors…about the noises…the noises are so gentle when I walk alone…chirp chirps, birds, chipmunks, the breeze…I like swimming alone too…I can really think!…dead snake…very flat dead snake…pretty coil…no rope…no coil…trim…braid…yeah braid…pretty blue…no cool blue…no robin’s egg blue…pretty robin’s egg cool blue braid…flat dead robin’s egg cool blue and black braid snake…border collies are still not out…maybe they’re inside…I’ll write in my journal right when I get home…maybe I remember more when I look than when I talk…walnuts…they’ve been pruning their walnut tree…dead flat rodent…furry gray on one side blood and guts on the other…that’s probably too gross to talk about…looks like he was flattened from this direction…sheep again…no noise…huh? Cackle…sounds like laughing in the bushes. What happened to Dot Com? I haven’t seen him for at least a month? Maybe he was sold? That brown llama again. He’s always out…he likes to watch me…the llamas are still in the shed…the white one is still out…I some beep beep, no cheep cheep, no more buzzy…I don’t know…birds or squirrels…can’t see them. the pond…no skunk still…the water looks cool…nice shade…where’d Jack go…I don’t mind him…don’t shush him up…passersby are the only entertainment he gets while the kids are at school…I think I hear him…the neighbor must be out with him…

I’ll stop. You can think about a lot while your walking alone. It helps me work out the daily stresses. I always feel much better about the tasks the lay ahead. I’m now done with my daily journal and I’m greatly relieved.