“day 237”. “day 464”. “day 729”.
those are things i long to write at the beginning of my daily journal entry – and i want those numbers to represent consecutive days. you see, i’m trying to create less of me. writing a minimum of 1000 words daily so that eventually i’ll spill more and waste fewer words. walking daily to burn calories and create less of the physical me.
i will walk the same route day, adding an extra hill or bend every week, knowing that with each repetition, i will see the same things differently.
i will write in my journal – the one adored with the three graces – each day, knowing that with each entry, i will say more in less words.
that’s just the way it is . . . or so i’m told. now i’m committed to finding out for myself.
today is day 3, and though i promise not to bore you with every single walk, i did want to share some of the amazing things i saw on walk #3:
my path. see that little butterscotch-colored dot a little less than halfway up? that’s my walking mate, phoebe. a welsh corgi who has a funny way of herding.
made me think of my friend julie daley who’s winding up a trip to ireland. a budding dolmen, perhaps?
a late-blooming gardenia.
and this exquisite companion that came along to color my way:
That butterfly is absolutely gorgeous! Your walks sound (and look!) really nice.
Your posts are always so beautiful. I like the way that you have a poetic, thoughtful style without it feeling overproduced. It’s very genuine and fun to read. I’m sorry I don’t always make the time to comment…if you can fit in blogging, plus words, plus walks, I can stop in and say hello without too much trouble!
hello back, kira. what i want to know is (a) how is your writing coming along and (2) when are you going to scratch out time in your stuffed calendar for another writing date?
isn’t s/he, though? (i have no idea how to determine the gender of a butterfly, and honestly, no interest in learning.) i just keep going back to that picture and staring at it.
Taking a minute to catch up. I miss you. Hoping the making less of you is making joy in your world. Love…
You know how “they” say that a pound of body fat = 3500 calories? Maybe a pound of fat = 3500 words, and we hold onto fat when we don’t let go of our words. Just a thought ;).
I would love to go on a stroll with you one day. Yup, sure would.