Get in touch with your inner self by spending more time outdoors.
Does this not seem to be a bit strange to you? It was to me when I came across similar words to this effect. It did not seem to make much sense to me. But that was then. This is now. As I type up this post for you, I am already contemplating at least a quick, brisk walk around the neighborhood before it gets colder, darker and the rains return. Yesterday, even though there was some drizzle, I passed up a golden opportunity to visit one of the city’s botanical gardens.
I guess I was in far too much of a hurry to get on with the rest of the workday which, fortunately for me, was going to be fun anyway. But the walk through the gardens would have given me a bit of a boost or provided me with a little more introspection or serenity for my day. Where I am, within distance of public transport networks, functioning reasonably, there must be at least half a dozen such gardens.
The one I just referred to is probably the largest and the most accessible. And on the day in question, I walked around it instead of through it. How silly of me. Anyway, to walk or not to walk, that is the question. Yes, I think I will. I need this. And so do you, I am sure, even if you only have a few minutes to spare. Yes, I have quite a bit of blogging work to do throughout this day and the rest of the week, but surely twenty minutes or even as much as one wholesome hour will do the trick or give the heart and soul a huge boost?
I need this.
No doubt about it. The more I think about it, the more intense those pangs become. My body is a little stiff from an unusually poor night’s sleep. It needs to be refreshed and aired out a little. The winter weather being what it is, I’ll run some hot water in the kitchen sink and proceed to clean off those remaining dishes from last night and this morning. The water, bless it, will warm me up considerably.
Then I’ll pull on my boots and leather biker’s jacket – I call it my writer’s jacket, even though I never actually wear it during my writing sessions at my desk – and head off down the road. Fortunately, never mind the bits and pieces of garbage laying about, thanks to some rather careless and selfish neighbors, our neighborhood isn’t too shabby. There are some nice houses and gardens to admire, not covet, along the way.
And, would you believe, just blocks away and over a highway, there is the Atlantic Coast in all its splendor. The wet sand that keeps the choppy water at bay stretches for miles and miles, the sight of it is endless, unless a fog meanly covers it from your view. Unfortunately, there won’t be enough time to go on a beach walk today. But if you do live this close to a beach, do yourself a favor and do this walk.
Oh and there’s another very long promenade, it stretches for miles, just outside of our city.
Is this love – is this love – that I’m feeling?
I was feeling rather playful and humorous when I wrote the lines verbatim to the famous Bob Marley Reggae song.