When Tuesday comes around it means it is time for a Tea Party at Elizabeth's blog. She has an interesting post this morning so check it out.
Edit: OOPS, I found out I left the wrong link for my page but have corrected that.
In the Before Time (pre pandemic) I used to be faithful about going for a walk most days. It is time I returned to that practice. Slowly, not as far and not as often to begin with.
I like to walk to Peet's to get my coffee. They offer you a free cup of coffee when you buy your beans. I take my coffee across the street, sit on a bench and people watch for a bit. A nice break before heading home.
I will leave you with some poetry this morning.
Talk about Walking
By Philip Booth
Where am I going? I'm going
out, out for a walk. I don't
know where except outside.
Outside argument, out beyond
wallpapered walls, outside
wherever it is where nobody
ever imagines. Beyond where
computers circumvent emotion,
where somebody shorted specs
for rivets for airframes on
today's flights. I'm taking off
on my own two feet. I'm going
to clear my head, to watch
mares'-tails instead of TV,
to listen to trees and silence,
to see if I can still breathe.
I'm going to be alone with
myself, to feel how it feels
to embrace what my feet
tell my head, what wind says
in my good ear. I mean to let
myself be embraced, to let go
feeling so centripetally old.
Do I know where I'm going?
I don't. How long or far
I have no idea. No map. I
said I was going to take
a walk. When I'll be back
I'm not going to say.