The Road

Almost unreal sunset, three birds and a sliver moon, Cultus Bay

I recommit myself to walking four miles a day as a way to restore myself. Luckily I’m in a good spot for walking, despite no road shoulder. Pick and choose your times and carry a good flashlight. Not only have I gained 25 pounds this year and am coping with chronic musculoskeletal pain the first time, but 2019 has felt like I lived a decade in a year. I’m sure many can relate due to the pace of political, climate and outer world events at large.

As I walk, I say to myself the same mantra I say in meditation, “May the era of greed be ending, and the era of restoration and regeneration flourish. May all life on earth be protected.” It just feels like darn sacred times we’re living in, and I want to appreciate every last drop.

It keeps me from other questions that want to be ruminated upon: What does life feel like without worry about paying each and every bill? What does it feel like to earn a living centered in purpose? What does it feel like to live a life of service?

I look for opportunities to serve whatever small ways I can, data entry for Gen-Z folks doing things I believe in since I have no money or travel time to contribute, subsidizing planting trees each month. After a lifetime of periodic volunteering in various ways that always fulfilled me but prevented me from being able to pay the next bill, I stopped carrying the huge guilt burden I was never doing enough to serve others and finally made peace with doing what I can where I can amid meeting basic needs. And maybe, just maybe, meditation and walking prayer are equally serving others in some energetic way, if one believes in the world of the unseen, as I tend toward.

True to where I seem to feel happiest, walking a road, I stay focused on the road ahead, am grateful at the end of each and every day, and welcome better sleep and small health improvements from said walking.

Promised washer/dryer are soon to arrive… convenience that takes my carbon footprint in the wrong direction and removes me from some fascinating laundromat conversations with people I would not otherwise meet, but nonetheless, a welcome assistance to a person who works 7 days a week all day long.

Speaking of laundromat conversations, auto repair conversations with random strangers are great too. I encountered an accountant who finally explained to me why freelancers are taxed at 15% no matter their income level, and why it’s not my imagination that freelancing feels like bailing out a leaking boat with a ladle. It’s good, steady work, but never quite enough to make the impact you want.

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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