Thursday, March 16th, 2017
Broke the Ice
I feel like I broke the ice today. Not literally. I was actually skidding on the stuff and sinking into snow. I bypassed some snowmobiles and met up with a guide, an older bearded guy with most likely his two grandkids, fairly deep in the woods. That was awesome.
By ‘breaking the ice’ I mean I broke the back of my routine. Avoiding the out-of-doors is where I’ve been going because any footwear wrapped around the gout foot is painful. But that was not the case today. Swelling has gone down and so a walk in the woods was doable. Thank God.
With a bright sun above and bright snow over the ground, it became as an irresistible temptation. There were trails for snowmobiles and trails for snowshoeing. I took full advantage. I even lost my sense of direction and got happily lost.
I now had the excuse to find someone and ask them to put me back on track. It is a fringe benefit of walking—getting to do some talking and make an endorsement toward neighbourliness.
“Just go down the road and hang a left at the curve. That’s Cedar Meadows,” said the fellow whom I approached in his driveway.
With five kilometres under my snow-driven feet, I was whisked off by Riken to the yoga studio for part two of a presentation.
I promised everyone that we would take up some yoga dancing tonight. That, then, is more glorious work for the feet.
May the Source be with you!