Nothing like ....
Apr. 9th, 2009 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
make_your_moveNothing like a good run/walk up and down the nearest nature trail to clear away internal ick. I disturbed a few robins who looked askance at my intrusion into their meadow, an occasional dog defending the borders of their back yard, and one or two squirrels who high tailed it out of my way. My soundtrack this morning? ... the staccato beat of a woodpecker trying to conquer an obstinate knot in a tree and the bubbling of running water and the sound of my very out of breath self. But it felt good.
It's not much, but it's something.
It's not much, but it's something.
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Date: 2009-04-09 02:16 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the walks again - really cleaned out the mental clockwork.
Yay for pounding out the crap inside one's head by beating one's feet against the ground.
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Date: 2009-04-09 02:24 pm (UTC)Can I tell you how much I love this phrase?! It's perfect for a description of how I'm feeling.
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Date: 2009-04-09 02:31 pm (UTC)