It was an absolutely perfect morning for a nice walk. That said, I did have some trouble getting going. I actually woke up thinking I might just do indoor aerobics today, which would honestly not be a bad idea, but I’m not sure it needs to replace a morning walk, so I told myself as much and decided that if I was going to do aerobics today, I needed to get in one mile as well. That was all just fine until I had walked about half a mile, at which time I was warmed up and decided to get both miles in anyway. And that was a good decision. The temperature was excellent.
Brad texted me last night; Geri, a friend of mine is in the hospital. He says she has pneumonia and a shattered wrist. I’d like more details, but I worry about her; I’ve always worried about her. I worked with her when I was in high school, and we attended the same church congregation. My brother Brad eventually married into a family that she was also married into, so he gets updates on the goings-on as part of updates about his ex-wife’s (and now his children’s) family. I need to go visit.
I’m increasingly eager to get moved, to move on, to find a new place and way of being. This will sound like I’m being down on myself, but I don’t think that’s the case. It’s been so long since I had money that I don’t even understand what to do with it. Whenever I see other people out and about, my first thought tends to hinge on that person’s relative financial security compared to mine. And I think I sometimes get frustrated with people who talk about how bad things are for them and their families, especially when they have a home, they have food, access to clean water, the ability to buy essentials, and usually they have a car and a smartphone and spend a bit of money dining out. I’m not saying they shouldn’t have any of the things they have or not spend money the way they want to spend it. But I do think we have such a comfortable situation that people have started to mistake a reduction in comfort as discomfort. It just isn’t. Not having the excess you once did is probably just fine. I’m also not really saying that I have it bad. I don’t have an income, but I do get a small amount of money through some passive means and even I have a smartphone, a home, food, access to clear water, and the ability to buy the essentials. I just don’t live under the delusion that I am living in poverty.
[Walk #82]
Mindful Musings: Their Ecosystem
While I was doing my meditation, I kept getting the thought in my head: “This is their ecosystem, this is their ecosystem, this is their ecosystem….” On and on and on…. I know it seems a little cliché and silly, but it did come out of my own head. I feel that way a lot living where I do, plopped like a bag of sand in the middle of so many creatures homes; their ancestral lands.
