I walk a lot
Even when arthritis is acting up
I can't help myself
There is so much that feeds me
out in the world
trees, flowers, mosses, streams, rocks
and all of the creatures
scurrying or flying away in alarm
I murmur my apologies
for upsetting the natural order of things
wishing I was more an accepted part of it all
Settling down by the stream edge
even when the water has gone underground
there is peace here
a quiet
that my soul needs
Breath by breath
blessings given and received
Aware that I am the one
most blessed
by these walks
by these moments
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