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| Pink Peonies, always in my mom's garden growing up. We used to remake them inside with colored tissue paper. |
While walking this week I realized our recent battle with the COVID-19 may have added a slight deviation to my normal walk. And I remember pondering this thought after my bike flip accident as well. Hopefully yoga, walking and biking will set things back in place but I'm willing to accept that your walk ends up telling your life story in many ways. Just as some people are leg men or into chests, I always loved a person's walk, it tells me a lot about them. Now, a little later in life it usually says my back hurts like hell, which is a real problem for lots of folks for many reasons. COVID was able to create feelings of broken bones or severe injury that would just suddenly appear but seem so real. As far as we know, it wasn't. So, now that I'm all better, I can't let it take control of my strut. I think it's important to keep an optimistic stride although I've always enjoyed a good humble stroll as well. A raised head, a good pace, tells people you're open, alert and awake and that's promising, although here and there it could also mean I'm a big asshole that's going to try to control everything, so you have to be careful. The body and mind clearly affect each other, always. I don't want to get that old lady walk anytime soon so I try to fake it until I can make it true in my mind.
