I was reading back over my summer journal. I have been really down recently. I know the primary medicine for this problem is walking.
I have been walking at a local track. It sits beside a busy highway. It is a track. Round and round. Not much changes in the view. Even over the course of weeks, there isn’t much new to notice. I had become dependent on my iPod for music and checking Facebook or Instagram to battle the boredom and battle the distraction of the cars on the road.
I sometimes astound myself at how stupid I can behave.
Even closer than the track is my park. I always think of it as my park. I grew up in it along the lake. My grandmother named it. So much of my childhood and early adulthood was spent there. I used to always walk there. I don’t know why I stopped. I don’t know why I decided the track would be a better choice.
The park has an ever changing view. The park has the lake to see. That lake reflects light like no other I have ever experienced. There is a chance to see wildlife. There are always memories to meet me.
Today was my third consecutive day to walk it. Already my severe hip pain has lessened. It is related to my lower back issue. My inner turmoil seems lessened. I am feeling centered.
I included a photo on my very first blog post of this circle of trees. I have spent about one minute on each of my three walks standing in the circle and lifting up a prayer to Him. Standing in the circle, centering.