I took a walk this weekend. More than one, truthfully. In my busy schedule, I don’t often make time to just go out and walk. I know I should, and I feel oh so much better when I do, but like so many other things, it just doesn’t get done.
I got home Friday after work and realized I had forgotten to pick up my allergy medicine. It had been a crappy day at work and a crappy couple of days in general. We recently lost a family member and my tween kiddo was having trouble in school. I was irritated and ready to tear into someone. Grabbing the keys, I decided getting out of the house was probably the best idea I had had all day. As I opened the door to the car, I looked across the empty lot next door at the clinic that housed my pharmacy.
The keys went back in my pocket and I trudged away across the grassy plot covered in fallen leaves. They crunched beneath my feet and fluttered in front of me as the wind whipped through the trees. On the sidewalk, the sun shone down between the clouds and warmed my hair. As I waited for the street light to tell me I could cross the street, I took a deep breath and let go.
The strong breeze blew right through me, taking away the frustration and confusion. It left me scoured and clean, able to move on beyond the hardships and start over. It also left me able to laugh with the clerk when she had an eleven year old address on file for me. If I had driven, I probably would have snarled at her. But those brief moments of connecting to the breath of the planet let me behave like a civilized being.
The next day was just as breezy and I made the kiddo go out walking on a couple errands with me. I was enjoying the beautiful leaves and trying to identify the fallen ones while he was grumbling in a version of my previous mood. By the time we got back to the car, he was joking and smiling once again. Without meaning to, he took in the same cleansing breath of wind as I had and reconnected with the earth beneath his feet.
None of my walks took longer than ten minutes, but those few, precious minutes made a world of difference.
Crystal Tice is a writer, poet, crafter, single mom, and pushes all the buttons in the toy aisle. She works full time and volunteers with her local arts group, Ames C.art, encouraging creativity in her community. Crystal lives in Iowa with her kiddo, a rabbit, and a house full of gnomes. While she has tried different flavors of Paganism over the years, she always ends up with her first love, the gods of Ancient Greece. Finding time for ritual is difficult, but she finds her spirituality and inspiration everywhere. She runs two blogs, one sharing her creativity and writing at Mused, and the other featuring her spiritual ramblings at The Gods and I.