Poetry in Motion

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Poetry in Motion (c) SMG

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.

Author: Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She attended law school on the banks lso is an adjunct professor at a law school near the banks of the Charles River and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter and @schnitzelpond on Instagram. Bonus points for anyone who understands the Instagram handle. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2021 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with the wee Wordpress buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.

20 thoughts on “Poetry in Motion”

  1. 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. 🙂

    1. 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.

  2. 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.

      1. 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!

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