The grey sky matched the sombre mood of the Saturday morning walkers. Collectively and individually, we were sharing the grief of one of our friends who lost her husband unexpectedly last week. Over breakfast, we talked about how grief is universal, no one escapes it and yet we each have to suffer it alone in our own way.
Here is how I characterize my own experience. At first sorrow is a jagged, crushing boulder sitting on your chest. It is always present and when you touch it, you bleed. Over time, it wears down, becoming smaller and smoother. It is still there, tucked into a corner of your heart, but it doesn’t rip you apart the way it did at first. It is bearable and you can feel joy again.
Let’s all be extra good to each other and our loved ones.
Fall is a bittersweet season. There is both beauty and death in its eye-delighting colours and monochromatic landscapes.
A dear friend died this week, after a long and awful illness. I am glad she is at peace and I grieve her absence.
I have been here before and know that my feelings will vacillate between all-consuming leaden blue sorrow and sparks of uninvited joy at being alive. It is glorious to breath in the crisp autumn air, to feel the swing of my arms, to hear the life-affirming murmur of my friends talking as we walk.
I choose to treat this joy as a celebration of the people, here and gone, that I love and care about.
I will end by sharing some of my friend’s final wise advice to us all:
• Be kind to each other.
• Look after those who can’t look after themselves.
• Be generous.
• Love yourself.
• Eat ice cream.
Keep walking the distance (either actually or metaphorically for those with injuries), my friends, and give yourselves a big hug from me.
A reminder that next week is the last week at High Park and then we move back to our beloved cemetery.
MG and I took a structural figure drawing class earlier in the week that used anatomy and basic shapes (circles, squares, cylinders, etc ) to help us better visualize how the body works. Focusing on legs and feet got me thinking about how wonderful the simple act of walking really is.
The National Academy of Sports Medicine says it can be considered a full body exercise. It involves all the joints of the lower limbs and has been proven to improve posture, balance, flexibility and core and muscular strength throughout the body. Our joints are meant to move. Looking at a skeleton shows you the marvels of our hip ball and socket joints and our hinged knees and ankles – not so easy to draw but so easy to move that we rarely even think about them (until, of course, they begin to ache but that is a whole other blog!).
On this lovely long weekend, take a moment from enjoying whatever you are doing, and give your legs and feet some loving attention – they will thank you for it.
As the pictures show, it really is all about the meals and the chat…
We were hot and sweaty after covering various distances on Saturday. Regardless, I felt good – glad to be alive and fit enough to test myself in what was fairly extreme heat. I am at the age when I realize I won’t be able to do this forever and so each time is precious.
As always, one of the best things about the walk was the company and the chat. I am grateful for the opportunity to share some of the hard and happy things in life with willing listeners who contribute both wisdom and laughter in appropriate measure.
Next week is the Indie and we have chosen to avoid the ‘zoom-zoom’ by returning to the cemetery. Don’t forget we are starting at 8am, bring lots of water and slather on the sunscreen.
Hope to see many of you at our new website launch on Tuesday.