walking back into my life || week 46

“Walking shares with making and working that crucial element of engagement of the body and the mind with the world, of knowing the world through the body and the body through the world.” 
― Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

the week unfolds with a trip up to see the kids, 
a quick visit and Thai food out
i take in every moment,
while my camera lay nestled in my bag
we girls get new lip balm
and we firm up holiday plans

“Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.” 
― Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl

come monday i wrap myself inside a gentle cocoon.
i head to my yearly mammogram, 
allowing the fear live inside of me, no self-scolding, just permission 

"My breasts are so low now I can have a mammogram and a pedicure at the same time."
~ Joan Rivers 

later the dog and i walk along the river,
slow and with purpose, him sniffing
while i look for light and diversions, 
they call to tell me they will see me next year
i walk back into my life with gratitude . . .  

"Walking is good for solving problems - it's like the feet are little psychiatrists."  
-   Pepper Giardino

three things :: 
i buy a new phone app
i watch this
i buy a new cookbook

"There's humble recipes and more sophisticated recipes, and there's a story that connects that ingredient to my life, or my history, or my region in some way." ~ Vivian Howard

i decide to move through this mindfulness class
a second time, understanding a few nourishing practices
serve me better than trying something new every few months. 
i feel centered and happy. . . 

“Mindfulness is the aware, balanced acceptance of the present experience. It isn’t more complicated than that. It is opening to or receiving the present moment, pleasant or unpleasant, just as it is, without either clinging to it or rejecting it.”
– Sylvia Boorstein

“The sea is a body in a thousand ways that don't add up, because adding is too stable a transaction for that flux, but the waves come in in a roar and then ebb, almost silent but for the faint suck of sand and snap of bubbles, over and over, a heartbeat rhythm, the sea always this body turned inside out and opened to the sky, the body always a sea folded in on itself, a nautical chart folded into a paper cup.” 
― Rebecca Solnit, Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics

how was your week? 
xoxox