Toward and Away

Walking, especially solitary walks, is about conversation. In many good walks, we take a friend, or God, or a part of ourselves which needs concentrated attention. Sometimes I take along fear, anger, sorrow, and disappointment. A frequent co-traveler is confusion. At my age, I keep thinking I should know more, or better.  I should be more comfortable with what I do not know.

My strange summer is coming to an end. I can't say I'm going back to work, because I have been working much of the summer. But work will be different, even in the old routines. 

even crows scatter

at the sound of my slow steps

i must be alive

Walking towards something usually means walking away, and only God can talk to more than one person at a time. Even here, where my feet are free and my mind can roam, I must mumble the old prayers and whisper the old cries to reconnect.