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There’s a nature trail not too far from our house that we sometimes walk in winter. The trail is heavily used in the other three seasons, but is much quieter in winter when folks tend to hole up at home or do laps around the mall. But nothing beats getting fresh air, and a little dose of sun should it appear for a moment or two.


What’s great about the trail in winter is that you can see who’s been out and about…human, goose…all are fans of the trail.


As are the beavers, apparently. Those are some SHARP teeth.


So get out of the malls and stores. Get out of your warm home. Take a walk and see the REAL sights.


I have a split personality when it comes to breakfast. At night, when I’m feeling cozy and comfortable, I make a plan to get up just a little early, cook a serving of Bob’s Red Mill High Fiber cereal, which I’ll then eat in peace from my favorite bowl, using my favorite spoon. (Yes, I have a favorite spoon. Why? Who knows.) I’ll be full and warm and powered to meet the demands of the work day.


But, then, the alarm rips me from my dreams, the chores of the day burst my comfortable flannel-lined bubble, and the previous evening’s plans quickly evaporate. I end up staying in bed just a little too long, so while I’m not exactly late or rushing, I don’t have enough time for the hot cereal, so cold cereal it is…in any old bowl with any old spoon. The dogs are hungry and barking, so there goes the peace. Goodbye, imagined morning ritual! Goodbye, warm and nourishing breakfast!

Then evening comes, and I think, TOMORROW is the day for the fresh start. Yes, tomorrow. But then, yeah, no.

How stupid of me. All it takes is a few extra minutes…just a smidgen of willpower…to make the plan a reality, a true ritual. So tomorrow. YES, tomorrow it is.



Today is the Saturday when my monthly bible study meets at Panera for breakfast, chit-chat, philosophy, and squabbling. Oh, how I look forward to the fellowship and that bagel.


7 AM Walk

Posted: July 23, 2010 in Walks, Wellness

For the past seven Thursday mornings, I’ve (grouchily) gotten up at 5:30 am and met up with a small group of 7 am walkers at the college. The email announcing this new venture promised a $50 gift card to anyone who walked six out of seven weeks. So, I thought, why WOULDN’T I? With that carrot dangling in front of us, our little band (usually 7 or so) tromped off for an hour long walk. The past two weeks were soppy with humidity, even at that hour, so we walked through Root Glen, tripping over tree roots and skirting the occasional snake. But what a view. And what calm. Even though the day inevitably melted into a blob of work frustration, that hour felt sacred.

That hour was worth so much more than fifty bucks.