The uphill battle: If I am standing at this point and got here by walking then the universe is realigning. Before you read on, just know that the little purple streak is my sweat on the camera acting as a prism. The next paragraph is someone more introspective. This has and is a slow process but Rome was not built in a day.
To you, it will appear to be a power line pole, to me it's the turning around point on the walk of ordinary people. For 10 years this has been the symbol of "we should be heading back to the house". E and I would destress and often not say a word on the journey every evening down, down, down the hill, then in a graceful country ballet move, pivot , switch sides and make the walk back up the slope of life to the house. I have not been able to walk this route since last August. Two weeks ago we commenced to begin to walk again together. Part of it was fear on both of our parts. Eddy struggles with listening to me breathe and clutch my chest. I struggle with just plain old fear. Maybe they, the medical gurus, are wrong and the pain really is an attack of the arteries and such other pathways. Fear is a loathsome thing that wiggles down into the bone, pumping helplessness and frozenivity. No more. We set off and added more fence posts each day. Eddy gets way ahead of me on the way back( 1/2 mile or so ) and comes back with the mule. It could be worse, he could come back with a wheelbarrow!
Saturday, I refused the ride and kept striding, well I kept moving at least. One mile and six tenths...all together......not in 8 hours of divided walking, but steady, slow, progressive grandeur.
