|A much needed bench for resting and reflecting.|
My recent walks have been slightly slower and shorter than our dog, Lucy, would like to take, but I have assured her that the cooler early morning walks and longer walks are coming. I tell her to be patient and enjoy the short walk around the block, but I'm really telling that to myself. Two weeks ago I pushed myself walking and reached the edge of our flat land views in Kansas. (I can do that where I live and still be in the city limits!) I stood there in awe watching as storm clouds rolled by south of us. I turned to walk home and thought, "Oh my goodness, I'm tired. I hurt. Why didn't I bring my cell phone. What was I thinking wandering this far from home." As panic set in thinking the worst, that I could hurt myself and have a set back in the healing stages of this "surgery" journey, I spied a bench hidden in the shadows of the trees. A much needed cool breeze whispered across the prairie sending me to the comforts of the bench. There I sat, relaxing, reflecting, and smiling. Who knew how comforting a wooden bench could feel.
|Sitting on the edge of the prairie.|