I walk around my neighborhood, yes, and I’ve talked about that—but I don’t think I’ve mentioned how many friends I made doing that. I’m known, now, and people stop to talk to me—they learned my name, they ask how I’m doing. It’s wonderful, and, as an ode to them, and to people all over, let me take a few paragraphs to thank anyone, and everyone, who is kind, who is nice, who stops to properly ask how someone is truly doing. Continue reading
What is with me and during my walks finding random animals? I cannot count how many times I’ve run into stray dogs, wild cats, bunnies, possums, and raccoons. Then there was that time with the baby bird…
But, never has it taught me a lesson before. One that is still forming in my head. Because, today, while walking, I spotted a turtle, shelled up in the road. A big one. Like, I am not talking something you’d see in a zoo as a novelty, but the thing was easily the same size as a small child, pre-toddler age. And, fortunately for me and the turtle, there were no cars nearby, coming or going. Continue reading
Explore the world. That’s the big thing people want to do. And, it’s the same with me. But, there’s something to be said about the pleasures of knowing one’s home well, of being in a single location for a long enough time to understand the place, not just travel through it.
And that’s what I want to talk about here. Continue reading