Today was a cold walk on my dirt road. The sun was shining and the wind finally had died down when I went out around 2 p.m. The fresh snow on the side of the road glistened with rainbow colors. Ugh!
I haven't written anything here in several days because frankly I didn't know what to write. I started a piece about my adopted and biological heritage. That is still in the works. Other random thoughts came to mind but first and foremost I don't want this blog to be a soapbox for any of my political, religious or other somewhat zany views (well maybe just not the controversial ones). I just want this to be about this road and the journey I have been taking on it for almost a year now.
This month alone I have walked 22 days equaling 46 miles. (One day I walked twice.) I don't walk on Sundays. Well lets say I keep the option open. But this month I haven't used it. So out of a possible 26 days for walking I missed 4. The only thing this month that kept me from walking was snow storms and cold. Not bad for an 'old' lady.
When I am out there I spend a lot of time looking. Just looking. I look at the trees, the ground, the dirt. I look in part because I don't want to forget. I want to hold it all inside me. The textures, the shapes, the shadows. I want to be able to close my eyes and see it. I have macular degeneration in both my eyes. It is a progressive disease that will eventually steal away the center of my vision leaving me with peripheral vision. I have been fortunate that up until this point its effects have been more irritating than debilitating. So I look.
Today there were tracks every where. All I know about animals tracks is there was most likely fox, deer, squirrel and chipmunk. Some run parallel with the road. Some come down from the south, go across the road and off to the north. I never see the beasties. I suppose they wait till I have gone past and coming running out and about and hide whenever I turn around. Or they come out after dark and dart and dance in the woods. I don't know because I don't see them. The closest I have got to actually seeing any animals on my walks was a lumbering porcupine one day. That made me slow down. I was pretty sure I didn't want to get to closer to that one. And I saw the hind end of a deer as it ran off through the woods. Other than that I figure they are all hiding waiting for me to walk by so they can come out and play when I am gone.
I notice things like the bark from a tree on the snow. This usually means that there have been woodpeckers busy trying to find something to eat. If you hear them they usually will be towards the top of the tree. This is because it is warmer up there and it any little bugs are to be found they will be found near the top.
I spend a lot of time on my walks just thinking and looking. Sometimes my brain starts working on this blog just to discard thought after thought. Sometimes I just spend my time looking at the trees. That is probably the best thing right now. I can still see the trees.
I haven't written anything here in several days because frankly I didn't know what to write. I started a piece about my adopted and biological heritage. That is still in the works. Other random thoughts came to mind but first and foremost I don't want this blog to be a soapbox for any of my political, religious or other somewhat zany views (well maybe just not the controversial ones). I just want this to be about this road and the journey I have been taking on it for almost a year now.
This month alone I have walked 22 days equaling 46 miles. (One day I walked twice.) I don't walk on Sundays. Well lets say I keep the option open. But this month I haven't used it. So out of a possible 26 days for walking I missed 4. The only thing this month that kept me from walking was snow storms and cold. Not bad for an 'old' lady.
When I am out there I spend a lot of time looking. Just looking. I look at the trees, the ground, the dirt. I look in part because I don't want to forget. I want to hold it all inside me. The textures, the shapes, the shadows. I want to be able to close my eyes and see it. I have macular degeneration in both my eyes. It is a progressive disease that will eventually steal away the center of my vision leaving me with peripheral vision. I have been fortunate that up until this point its effects have been more irritating than debilitating. So I look.
Today there were tracks every where. All I know about animals tracks is there was most likely fox, deer, squirrel and chipmunk. Some run parallel with the road. Some come down from the south, go across the road and off to the north. I never see the beasties. I suppose they wait till I have gone past and coming running out and about and hide whenever I turn around. Or they come out after dark and dart and dance in the woods. I don't know because I don't see them. The closest I have got to actually seeing any animals on my walks was a lumbering porcupine one day. That made me slow down. I was pretty sure I didn't want to get to closer to that one. And I saw the hind end of a deer as it ran off through the woods. Other than that I figure they are all hiding waiting for me to walk by so they can come out and play when I am gone.
I notice things like the bark from a tree on the snow. This usually means that there have been woodpeckers busy trying to find something to eat. If you hear them they usually will be towards the top of the tree. This is because it is warmer up there and it any little bugs are to be found they will be found near the top.
I spend a lot of time on my walks just thinking and looking. Sometimes my brain starts working on this blog just to discard thought after thought. Sometimes I just spend my time looking at the trees. That is probably the best thing right now. I can still see the trees.
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