(I write this in memory of who I used to be. I used to be young. Now, I am young at heart.
This isn't well written. It's just what I wrote down. I'd edit it a bit but I need to get out and about before it rains. I like walking when I can. Hope you understand)
When I was young, I walked all over. Ran actually. I can remember strolling through the woods. Looking up at those tall trees. Listening to the sounds that wrapped them. I'd be gone for hours. This trail and the other. As I grew older, I still walked but not as much. Still enjoyed the sounds and the smells of nature but slower were my strides. Whomever I'd be with would turn around to see if I was still there. I was. Just in my own world. The slower one. As years went by, my slower pace became a mini race. My slowness became a trip here or there. A fall if I wasn't looking. A tree root that I didn't notice. After a while, I did stop looking up. My years of just looking around were over. I now look down. I walk very slow. Still trying to look up at the sky. I think my world is better for this. This not being able to quite keep up. Up with the faster people. People who don't realize how I'm not different. Different in the way I see the world. The world that made me appreciate the ability to walk. To walk without falling. Falling isn't as much fun as one might think. Thinking of falling is what made me get a cane. I have four of them. They wait for me to need them. I need them when I'm walking slower than even I would like. I would like to not need these canes. These canes have helped me continue my walks. My walks that I started as a young girl. A young girl who had no idea that walking wouldn't be easy. Easy as it was when she was young. She was young and I am not but I have those memories. Those memories of when I was.
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17 comments:
This was lovely but a bit sad as I too once was young but as I used to say to my children ... look up and see the sun and take its joy each day, so I don't look down. There is joy in looking up!
A truly lovely story and I loved it!
Christine
nice magpie. when i was young i would walk for hours, traveling trails...and one day i will carry a cane...for now i am somewhere in between. nicely done magpie....
L&C - Great bit of melancholy remembrance. I, too, don't walk now as I did when I was young. And there are canes in the closet, waiting for me to call on them. Nicely done.
I loved the flow of emotions in your piece. I really enjoyed it ;)
Beautifully said ! I hear where you are coming from ....:)
i so enjoyed your magpie, knowing that i too will take whatever help i may need, if that day shall come. i could be wrong but hardly any of our magpies dared to say it was ourselves that the cane was for! thank you so much for your walk :)
I like that your writing always gives me a visual picture in my mind and takes me on a journey.
One would hope to live long enough to walk slowly and use a cane. Nicely written.
A bittersweet gentle reminder of the fact of life. Oh love your two dogs resting in the sun -- so sweet love the expression on their faces of contentment and love - and well the cats are beautiful creatures are they not....
Joanny
Very lovely.
Never stop looking up. Wonderful piece.
That was a really lovely walk you took us on..I pray we don't stop our journey, no matter how small our steps!
When I was young, I sought the solace of the fields and woods. Your piece brought them to mind. Lovely.
That was very lovely and I feel like I was right there with you.
you clicked,
very beautiful!
mine is up.
I think it was written very beautifully indeed.
I loved what you wrote ~ more than words can say! I'm more like you than you could imagine ..........
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