The weather has changed, drastically from just a few days ago in fact; a drop of about 40 degrees! And just as I’ve described in previous posts, this is not unlike Wisconsin weather. It also has not altered anything about my morning commute; my commute with my dog that is: walking. Because although I am endlessly applying for available positions, and adjust my resume to the likes of various employers, it’s just not in the stars for me right now. So for now, my morning travel shall be with Tennessee.
Tennessee has gotten off leash many times in the past, but he would never stray far; he could always be found in our neighbors yard (they have 3 dogs) – 3 acres of woods, a beautifully manicured lawn and home, and a recently discovered prairie, filled with wildflowers, milkweed, tallgrasses, and even the occasional frog. I say recently discovered because, well, I never actually walked that far back to discover it for myself!
Living here now for the past year and a half, since my father has passed, has given me a lot of time to think, and to truly appreciate life. Have I had my share of harsh times, of course. But continuing to be reflective of my journey, allows me the gratification to continue on my path to wellness. You see, I couldn’t walk to this prairie a year ago; an injury I sustained left me in a cast (from my left knee to my ankle), on-and-off for 4 1/2 months. Then I was in a walking boot, but couldn’t actually walk; I was on a kneeing-scooter for 7 months- non-weight bearing. I had reconstructive ankle surgery, because of an injury sustained from Tennessee’s leash. I do not blame my dog at all; accident’s happen. He is extremely strong, and is a hunter, and was going after a squirrel. Life happens.
And so it is. I now have a lovely morning walk with my dog. One that will continue deep into the fall and winter months because he surely knows the route into the prairie. And I don’t mind a bit; it clears my mind. It wipes away all doubt; erases any negativity. And we will keep walking. Until all I hear is the sound of my breath.