In short, I lead a sedentary life. Physical movement isn't something I do readily. Though I do love practicing yoga asanas, a million excuses for not practicing more often step into the room and there goes the good intention. However, once the discipline is applied and a few Down Dogs have been run through with a smattering of Sun Salutations, I'm often left wondering why I deny myself this simple, accessible pleasure. It is no different with walking.
Honestly, if one is a healthy, able-bodied human being (or canine) a walk is by far the best thing for a body. Yet we don't give ourselves time for walks. Everyday, I walk vicariously with my cousin, Hope. She posts her photos of little things noticed here and there on Instagram. At least once a week, I walk with Terri Windling and her dog, Tilly, in the beautiful Devon, England country sides. This does little for my own constitution though and as lovely as the pictures are, they aren't my experiences on a walk.
So. I hitched my dogs and went for a walk. I made a point of NOT taking photos this morning. I just wanted to experience a walk with my dogs. Simple, pure and without the need to share. I needed this morning's walk to be mine (well, and the dogs'). No company. No chatter. No stopping for Android phone photos. And that walk was had, by golly. I feel much better for it ~ embodied, centered, grounded ~ pick one, it's all the same. I am, again, left wondering why I deny myself this simple, accessible pleasure.
Must be a human thing. Dogs walk at the drop of a hat.
|A view from yesterday's short jaunt to the Lookout Point.|