Sunday Morning Stroll

I always wanted a happy ending… now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.
— Gilda Radner


11 a.m. hit and the temp was rising, finally hitting 15 degrees.
The skies were blue and the air was crisp.
I grabbed my jacket and threw the dog in the back seat.

‘Sunday morning kind of love’ was the first to play,
Etta James setting the tone for the entire day.
Each song that followed was a soulful bit,
Singing stories about home, faith, and true love.

We headed to the Wild Life Refuge for a short stroll in the wetlands.
There is something so special about wandering about in Wintertime…

Everything is still, everything is solid.

You can hear your steps, you can feel where you are.

Life is so busy and seems only to speed up with each year that passes.
How often do we forget to feel our foot steps?
Do we ever take the time to experience the ground we are walking on?

The only path present was the one we bush-wacked.
The dog spending his first five minutes crying in gratitude as he jumped from side to side,
racing forward just to bolt into my knee caps.
The sun was shining without a cloud in sight.

The cattails swayed elegantly in the wind,
back and forth, back and forth.
The tall grass hissed quietly with each gust.

A heavy weight began to lift-
Letting go of the two biggest culprits.
Stress & Worry,
Twin sisters that love to instigate and agitate.

Here, as the snow and ice crunch below my feet,
they momentarily leave my mind and take my troubles with them.

The finer details surface-
The burnt out tree stumps and all their decaying patterns.
The eagles soar above.
The unknown plants and dead, hollowed flowers.

There is so much I miss in the hustle of life.

Running from point A to B with no ‘time’ to enjoy the ride.
It is these slow downs, these spur-the-moment trips
That pull me out of my tunnel vision.

Life is meant to be lived.
It is meant to be enjoyed for all the SIMPLE moments,
The seemingly dull and unimportant details.
It is the little things, not expectations, that make this life worth living.

Hours passed without any hesitation,
As I returned to the car to head home I felt a calm rush throughout my mind.
The last few weeks filled with oscillating thoughts,
Anxious anticipation, and the desire to ‘do it all’.

This was the perfect reminder, in perfect time, 
telling me that it’s all going to be alright.

Everything I want and need
sits patiently in front of me.