“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:
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