Get Mud on Your Shoes
June 18, 2012
I woke up to a house without the warmth of artificial light . Outside, the rain and mist told me why. I could see my resolution to walk everyday disappearing rapidly as I shivered in the bathroom.
But an hour later, wrapped in 3 layers, I was on the road. Part of the mindset to go out came from today’s read-with-morning-coffee, Tuesdays with Morrie . Morrie struggles with a nerve disease which stops him from dancing, swimming, walking and later, struggle to keep doing all the basic activities that keep us alive. But he faces death as he liked to live life – ‘with dignity, with humor, with courage and with composure.’
What I got from the book today was that life, and our bodies are such a gift. We should use them while we still can. Just walking without pain can be wonderful to older people. So why don’t I do just that ? Use my legs while I still can.
I was carrying one of those large umbrellas because foldable umbrellas don’t really stand a chance in the wind. Halfway along the walk , I unfolded it only to have it pulled out of cold wet fingers. It drifted along , a pretty yellow an d white thing and gently came to rest just a few feet below the road on the side of a cliff.
After some hill climbing and hoping desperately that the grass tufts I was grasping wouldnt give way , I was the victor. Muddied and dirty, umbrella and I were back on the road. My just- cleaned shoes were brown.
But the whole encounter, rather exhilarated me. And woke me up. When one is pulled out of comfort zones and has to do things rarely done then it does give a fillip to life.
Little adventures add such a colourful high to the day.