My husband Jim believed in the healing power of motion.
He wanted us to get outside and move–to walk, to hike, to bike, to run with the beagles, to climb mountains in the summer and sheer ice walls in subzero temperatures.
That his exuberant outdoor presence could be forever stilled remains beyond my belief, though we watched as his heart stopped beating.
We keep moving. One daughter takes to the stage and spins, ribbons of color trailing where she has lightly touched down. Another daughter moves from continent to continent, contemplating the Ganges and biking among golden temples in Myanmar. Our sons plow ahead in their studies and fields.
One bonus of my own relatively plodding forward movement is that I find even when I’m alone, I’m not really alone. A bird’s shadow will waver over my path, or a deer will dart into thicker brush. A wild turkey will flicker through the woods by my side. Hearts still beating. Breathing in, breathing out.
20 thoughts on “Poetry in Motion”
Beautiful and moving.
Yes… moving. 😉
Ah, I missed the “moving” part 🙂
Thank you, Leya!
That’s what I was just about to say.
Well said. Thanks for the reminder of what is important in this life. Ω
I got quite a bit of heavenly help in learning that–thank you.
I either fast forward or mute ads, but there is one that says something to the effect that a body in motion stays in motion and a body at rest stays at rest. I’ve never climbed a mountain or an ice wall like your beloved husband, but I walk. Moving is good mentally and physically as you travel through the life that you have which may not be exactly the one you had envisioned. 🙂
He always went for the big adventure, not being risk averse like me. The way he tackled everything convinced me both to put away my fears of riskier adventures and to appreciate the subtle everyday adventure of just keeping in motion. He knew the value of both.
I am sorry for your loss. The thoughts here, as the photos too, are lovely and brilliant.
Thank you so much.
I love the way you write, and what you write about. If you are willing, would you share my author Facebook page with your followers. We write about similar topics. I just published a book (The Moon To Play With – A Daughter’s Journey) about relationships, love, loss and renewal. How being present to a loved one’s death, can change the way we live. Thank you.
I can’t quite figure out how to post your link to my Facebook page. Do you know how to do that? (In idiot-proof steps….)
Go to my author Facebook page ‘The Moon To Play With, A Daughter’s Journey’ and click on the share button on the bottom. Then type in your name and it will appear on your timeline. If you click share from there, it should show up on the public page. Let me know if that works (from one un-techy to another) and thank you for doing it!
A touching post. I love your captures!
Thank you, Paula.
All we can do is make the most of every day we are lucky enough to have and get happiness from the little things.
I wish it hadn’t taken so long for me to start to learn that.