Stand Here

Has it really been just 2 weeks since my last postcard?

I've been wanting to write, but there are times when direction is difficult to decipher.  So I'm returning to a lesson I learned way, way back in this journey:

When life feels too big, it helps to take small steps.

Throwback to Mile 39 :)

Back then, small steps meant bacon -- and Ruby Tuesdays -- with my best pit crew.

(I'd still be up for that, of course!)  

But nowadays, it usually means taking time out for short, meandering walks that keep me on solid ground.

It doesn't matter how far I wander.  
It doesn't matter if I'm alone or with friends.  
It doesn't matter if I take photos or not.  

There's always AWE to be found.

The smallest steps bring more clarity than any amount of thinking at home.

Colors bring peace.

Sunrise brings renewal.

And "found" signs bring an unexpected spark of HOPE.

(Even if I don't quite know what they mean!)

Walking reminds me how we're all connected, like the wildfire sky that drifted into Philly from Canada.  Most of the time, connection brings comfort.

Well, aside from implications
for climate change.

Sometimes on a walk, I just STOP.

Stand here.   

Feel the space of a small, single moment.

That gentle shift of focus from overwhelment...  

(Is that a word?) 

...to gratitude.  

(I know that is!)

When life feels too big, where do you stand?

I'll be right here.

Walk on,
Rebecca

(Chalk art found in Washington Square with my walking buddy, JJ.)