Walking Sunday
Yesterday was a blur of beer and not doing the things which make me feel better. I don’t like how those days go. I need the every day practices that make my times. Then not so good sleep. I knew this morning I’d need to just go. To walk. To sweat. The Cambodian sun is a sweet drug to me. It infuses me with its warmth and lets me escape to its places. This time of the year year we straddle rainy and dry season. Blue skies and warmer days. The days I love to let the day take me. Steps and writing. Coffee and thoughts.
Sometimes the little renegades sneak in. Some day spent wandering some city. Could have been Tokyo or Taipei. Chicago or Merida. It was the wandering really. Each place gave me unique views. I was fortunate to train and plane and bus to places. Most of all to walk them.
If I had to pick a favored city to walk in I would always have a tough choice. Tokyo always was frenetic and quiet. Taipei had quiet little neighborhood parks. I loved just the going. The cities were sometimes both a blur and a wonder. I took moments way back when. They live in little capsules of space and time. People and colors. Tapestries of beach and a slow meander in Laos down the mighty Mekong River. A majestic and chaotic life giver. So those things all cascade and bump their way through coffee this morning.
I can sit and write and feel the things brushing up against each other. Some view from a train in New York. Riding to Seattle. The dream. That was 2020. A visit to see places in a country that seems far away these days. Someone asked if I will go back. I don’t know the way. Instead there is no back. My daughter here tells me I should be living my best life. She doesn’t like that it seems we have fallen and can’t get up. So she will get involved. She wants change for us.
Sunday coffee? Oh yeah.
I almost forgot. I need a measure of now. This blogpost. This Sunday. Sitting in a favored spot for coffee. I will take the walk after this. Feel the Sunday Cambodian sun offer respite and then the sweet sweet sweat. The release when I just go.
So many different ways to find it. Claim it. I’ll take this one now. You can have the rest. This works for me.
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