By Bob Deakin
Most everybody's got seed to sow
It ain't always easy for a weed to grow, no, no
I’m the walking man these days, and thanks Mr. Taylor for that song. I always loved the following line the most:
Well the frost is on the pumpkin
And the hay is in the barn
It evokes autumn on a farm, taking care of things for later but enjoying the preparation.
I’ve been running for years but there’s nothing like a walk to get it together. It doesn’t have to be a long walk, just long enough to reboot the system. I’m taking care of the body and mind and enjoying the sights along the way.
What happens if I don’t? Confusion sets in and too much time is spent revising words that don’t need to be revised. Eye fatigue is another factor that will take the fun out of creation and most of all, the big picture is lost.
I’m working on the stories for my latest, as well as working on everyday life. I’m at home much of the day lately and have found that whatever I do at my desk, nothing soothes my eyes, ears and soul as much as a walk around the neighborhood. My thoughts can go in any direction, although I suddenly focus on the big picture like I couldn’t five minutes previous.
This is news to no one, but something I’ve avoided for a few years. No matter how much I run it’s a different gear I’m in and much more intense. I’m fighting against myself and listening to music or something to dive into emotionally to fire me up.
Walking is a slow down for everything. I can do it without thinking and it feels good physically. The slow down lets me step back and look at the scene from a distance and give me better perspective. It’s amazing how a good idea at my desk can turn the other way when I’m looking at the clouds.
Why doesn’t everyone do this? Of course, many do, and particularly when dogs are involved. Maybe dogs get the value of a good walk and inspire their owners? Neither one has a choice, but I bet it does them both good.
Time for a walk.
Walking man, walk on by
So long, walking man, so long.