“Many people nowadays live in a series of interiors…disconnected from each other. On foot everything stays connected, for while walking one occupies the spaces between those interiors in the same way one occupies those interiors. One lives in the whole world rather than in interiors built up against it.”
~ Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking
I’ve been cooped up for days, and yesterday afternoon I just needed to be outside. I’m not up for walking far right now. One of the meds I’m on for my lyme treatment has a potential side effect of stiffening ligaments and tendons, giving them increased risk of tear or rupture. Getting into bed last week I did my knee. As I lifted it off the floor I heard it go pop, pop, pop like a zipper unzipping, and the next thing I knew my knee hurt A LOT, and then of course it swelled. Off to the awesome physiotherapist (Thanks Simone!) next morning and then my knee had to be iced, elevated, strapped and rested.
On top of everything else…
But isn’t that always the way? 🙂
Yesterday I took a short stroll (hobble actually) around my front yard. Just to breathe the air, fresh from rain. Just to feel the sun on my skin. To put my face against the bark of a tree.
I stood outside and drew some breaths deep into my body. It made me feel better.
Maybe a short stroll might help you too.
Here’s my walk, in pictures…
Lilies in the cattle trough.
Orchids flourishing in a crevice of the fig tree.
Gazing up through the branches of the fig tree, my face pressed to its cool bark.
Blue sky peeking through the clouds.
The Hoop Pine in our front yard. Just beyond the fence is the eucalypt glade where Mr Grunty, the big male koala hangs out.
Much love to you, Nicole xx