The cure, I have found, for such lackadaisical activity is to drive somewhere else for a walk. I love where I live. I'm lucky to have woods and a dirt road and little to no traffic, which makes it all too easy to be lazy about getting out for a walk ~ especially during those brutal early spring snow days. I live fairly close to West Point USMA, a place steeped in history and large stone buildings and is excellent for walking with its network of sidewalks and footpaths throughout the campus (only in areas accessible to the public). The energy is very different from where I live. Here at home is a feeling of some relative solitude, a small community and the whispers of rocks and trees. At West Point, thrums the pride and Warrior energies of cadets and colonels ~ it is rousing and courageous, stimulating. Like a marching band. And just what I needed. By the time I'd finished my walk I was all a-glow with pumping blood and beating heart, deeply embodied.
Now I want to find other places to walk.
|O, those stone buildings!|
|At the dock.|
|Sun, tree, lamp.|