The Walk

Taking a walk.  It is strange to think of myself as a walker.  I just started walking at the beginning of this school year.  I have taken walks all my life though.  I know Papa better than any man on the planet including my own father because of the walks we took around Eatonton.  I remember walking with my father in the woods.  In the past I have hiked, trekked, strolled and wandered, but never really walked.  I have been a runner my whole adult life. Well maybe not my whole adult life, there have definitely been times when I did not exercise at all, but when I exercised I ran.  Today I walk.  I still do not consider myself as a walker though. I plan to run again.  I just didn’t want to go too fast.  So I started walking for exercise.  I have been pretty good about getting the walks in to.  I feel pretty good when I finish.  I can talk and walk, and that has improved my relationship.  It improves my relationship with Catherin when we walk together, and it improves my relationship with God when I walk alone.

Over the past 3 or so months I have walked a lot of places.  I didn’t even realize all the places that I had gone.  I have favorite spots behind my house, and memories from walks taken on sacred ground.  I have walked the dog, and cleansed the soul.  Here are few of my favorite pictures from some of the walks I have taken:

Walking in town.

 Walking in a field of yellow flowers.

Walking by the stream near dusk.

I take pictures of the things I see from time to time.  This tree is rotting but keeps standing.

Lake Meriwether.

My favorite spot behind the house.  

FDR parkKolomoki Mounds, we walked all the way to the top!!  A lot of history here.

This is were FDR picnic'ed.  The view is AWESOME.

And the best walking partner around.  She points out the beauty in this world, and shows it to me with a childlike enthusiasm and is infectious.  It makes me long for the next walk with her.