Walking

Something different catches my eye, my ear – all my senses – on every walk. I walk through streams of thoughts and feelings and sensations. Today, what first caught my eye was a bird perched on a tree along a path lined with trees and bushes. The song of the bird eased me into my walk. I started to think back to my morning writing session. I had a creative writing assignment to work on that left me with many ideas – big questions – to explore in future pieces. My walk helped me process some of my ideas, and note down more that I might want to explore. Some of the ideas I have are too complex to examine in detail all at once – the kind of ideas rooted in questions that are answered with time; with life. And so I did what I could do in the moment: I kept walking, letting my mind wander with every footstep.I felt the warmth of the spring day on my cheeks, the sun beaming down through the cloud-scattered blue sky. I heard and felt Nature. A butterfly briefly flew alongside me as I walked.…