Sunday, September 18, 2011

I Must Be Healing

I walk often, although I’ve put it off for about two weeks because I hurt my right foot tripping over a curved chair leg, sticking out like a giant comma. (Obviously I missed my cue to slow down and pause.) Well, I’ve missed my regular morning walks--the way they help me start my day with quietness and confidence, strengthening me with every step. I’ve missed seeing the way the sky looks when it’s still dark and dotted with starry colons and periods and a capital O of a glowing moon. Or at first light when a growing grayness creeps slowly across the papery horizon defining the familiar landscape of trees, houses, and an old pasture where I frequently experience the cows rising stiffly to greet me. And I bow, smile, and tell them good morning in return. And I've missed seeing when the sun is rising and clouds are strewn haphazardly in ever changing purples and reds. This morning the sky was one of those skies--an artist's messy palate that's somehow beautiful before a single stroke meets a waiting canvas. Later I expect the clear definition of white, puffy balls of vapor filling an endless blue space punctuated with a powerful yellow period, declaring God is in his heaven and everything I’m getting ready to face—the anxiety of traveling in traffic, meeting deadlines, paying bills, and washing dirty laundry—everything will be manageable. I’m celebrating my walk today, and I’m happy to know I’ll be back treading the neighborhood again tomorrow because my foot isn’t hurting too much. I must be healing—hurray!


Paul Corrigan said...

Thank you for sharing this abundant colorful description of the abundance and color of your morning walks. I particularly enjoyed your mention of the cows. I'm sorry about your hurt foot, and I'm glad that it's healing.

Because "God is in his heaven" and because "the kingdom of heaven is among us" (Luke 17:22), therefore "everything I’m getting ready to face . . . will be manageable." Amen.

Sarah said...

Anna, I loved this. Thank you for sharing it. I, too, have been missing my morning walks because I leave too early to take them. You've inspired me to look for a different beauty in an evening or perhaps late afternoon walk. It is, indeed, a very centering thing to do.

fugitive soul said...

As always Mrs. Cotton--brilliant and insightful. It's always nice to notice the times when Creation takes a breath with us.

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