Touching The Wall

Above all, do not lose your desire to walk.

Every day I walk myself into a state of well being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.
― Søren Kierkegaard

Hey, Lovelies.

Something quite wonderful happened to me yesterday.

Ben and I often go for a beach walk early in the morning, but for the last six months my health has been so poor that our walks have been short, or we will walk together for part of the way and then I will wait and catch my breath while Ben powers on without me.

We start at one end of a beach, and walk towards the other end. I never get there, to the end, I always have to stop midway and turn back. But yesterday, I made it all the way up the beach and back.

It felt very symbolic for me to reach the rocks that mark the end of the beach – a natural stone wall – and to place my hand on them. Here I am, I thought to myself. I did it!

A small thing perhaps, but it felt very big to me.

A group of kids who walked the beach from end to end behind us touched the rocks too.

We smiled at each other, because we totally got it. It meant something to touch the rock wall.

And if I did it once, I can do it again.

Hooray for progress, and hooray for walking on beaches and filling my cup with salty sunshiny goodness.

Wishing you a nurturing weekend, love and hugs, Nicole xx