“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.”
― Gautama Buddha
Started this post yesterday but got a surprise visit from François and, before I knew it, we were shopping for flooring for the damned basement, so I put this aside 😉 Now, having brought up the problem with the boys’ effing toilet, I write between being official helper to my handyman and cooking supper and seeing him off 😉
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Woke up yesterday morning to a very drab day. Thought “ah man, really? Then, as I was pfaffing away on Facebook, the sun decided to make its appearance. We-hell now… Just the kick in the pants I needed to get off my arse. I was really feeling the need to go out and walk out my thoughts. I have so many things swirling around my brain, it keeps me up at night and I involuntarily stress about getting it all done. Meditation or purging of thought is needed! My type of meditation does not require contorted legs, sore back, numb bum and some mantra repeated endlessly. I’m way too ADHD for that shizzle. No… gimme a walk ouside in the fresh air towards no definitive destination or towards a potential woods, park, whatever, I care not. All I need is my dog, my camera (‘coz you just never know what you’ll see that you want to capture when you’re a wanna-be photographer and sometimes you want more than your phone camera), the proper clothes for the weather, and I will be one with the Universe.
Somehow, the things that are preoccupying me are replaced sometimes by a song that gets stuck in my head, sometimes words form into a Haiku – I’ll find myself randomly counting out my syllables. And if a good one does appear, I record it on my phone because sure as shit it’ll be gone by the time I get home! Sometimes I’ll get brilliant ideas for blog posts – most of which never see the light of day.
But sometimes, my mind goes blessedly blank. I hear the tweets and birdsongs, the traffic, the silence. I see the colours, the shapes, the birds and squirrels. I let Zeke go off leash once we reach a park and I’ve made sure no one else is present. Not that he would run off, but just in case they are scared of big beasts. He’s a big beast! Both of us alone together.
Once I hit the first park just off du Perche (never remember the name), I had to concentrate on the shimmy/slide/shuffle/sashay just to remain upright! The walkway was icy. No room for random thoughts when you are just trying to not end up landing hard on your hiney. But the air was a nice mixture of crisp and clear and the sky so blue and the colours of the abandoned playground just popped, that it made the efford worthwhile. I felt everything lift off my shoulders – at least for a while.
I decided that I was only going as far as my favourite willow tree because, frankly, the shimmy/slide/shuffle/sashay was a workout in itself. No need to do the full 10K to feel like a workout! Plus, the weather app said it was a balmy +4ºC (39ºF) with the windchill of 0ºC (32ºF) and I felt overdressed. The amount you sweat also helps measure the workout. Right?
How nice. Once we crossed de Normandie Street and onto the little roadway, there was no ice/snow. Till we reached the end of the road, of course! A rest, so to speak!
The wind was perfect for me to brush Zeke. He HATES being brushed. No, LOATHES it. So a whine here, a move over here, he finally, in an attempt to get me to stop, he lay down on his side, presenting me with his belly. He he he. Sucks to be you, Zeke! I got to remove MOUNTAINS of fur. The wind was great, I had fur flying all over the place: down the trail, over the rocks, all over my pants, in my mouth. Great. After I had removed the equivalent of a small wiff-waff (you know, a kickable, like a Pomeranian or a Shihtzu…) I put away the comb. I hurried to tie Zeke as a woman and her dog were coming towards us. The woman asked if it was okay for our dogs to meet and I confirmed that I had a big suck of a dog. Billie, her golden, was not impressed. At the tender age of two, she bared her teeth. Zeke, however, was not impressed nor afraid so he pursued her. His charms did not work overly well but he kept on checking. Small world that we live in, Billie’s owner had a voice that I recognised. When we introduced ourselves, we realised that we did know each other. Nancy’s son plays golf at the club where I work and while he plays, she whiles away her time in the restaurant/bar…
As you can see by the sky in the background, the sun was making itself scarce. Nancy though I was smart to wear snowpants and a tuque and decided she’d had enough. The wind had picked up and I had a decent trek home so we exchanged “See you at the golf clubs” and moved our separate ways.
Walking back, I became even more focused on the colours that popped out of the strangest places. Strange is probably a strong word but I felt like my senses were on alert. Or my eyeballs were!
The “vinaigrier” which literally translates to vinegar plant, but which I finallly decided to google and find out is really called a Virginia Sumac (though I can’t be certain and don’t really care) is basically an invasive bush that is boring in summer, outstanding in autumn and adds a pop of colour in winter. I love photographing it 3/4 of the year. On our way out of the park, I am always fascinated by this little cabin that looks like it belongs in some long-lost forest, is actually next to a boulevard! I loved the little bush with so many colours, like it thought it was still autumn, and wanted to stand out and finally, there were so many reflections in puddles and one in particular actually made me stop.
Did I solve any of my issues that have been bugging me? Not a one. Did I, for a couple of hours completely release all my worries. Oh yes. Completely.
I like to think that my two hour meditation did manage to liberate some space in my brain so that I may actually feel I’lle be able to accomplish some of that which needs attending to.
Or maybe I just took some time for me (and Zeke) to just be.
A few of the 10,000 things that make me happy and grateful
26. Enjoying the colours of winter
27. Running into acquaintances
28. Brushing Zeke
29. Reflections in puddles
30. Taking time for me
A Dalectable Life 