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| from my art journal with Berry poem. 6.5.16, (gesso, gouache paints, stabilo pencil, acrylic paint) |
Each day I walk outside. I thought it was the walking that mattered so, but realize that it is the walking and that I do so outside. It is the communing with nature that is particularly centering. There's a poem by wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things, in which the speaker tells us how he comes "into the peace of wild things/who do not tax their lives with forethought/of grief." Grief is taxing.
I walk each day to remember my small place within it and to feel the nowness of living. Some days, I remember that this is enough.
Walking outside is very therapeutic. Found walking in the rain especially helpful. Sometimes it just hides the tears.
ReplyDeleteThat it does. So does sunglasses or so I think. Thx Deb.
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DeleteI can't seem to walk outside alone. With friends yes but alone, I can't find my path.
ReplyDeleteLove that quote and your art.
Bonnie
Thank you Bonnie. Perhaps I could join you in N.?
DeleteI'd love that Y or J
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