I’m not a skier or a runner. I’m just a walker, slow and steady like the turtle, almost every day. There is no race, just the moment, filled with air, crisp and clear in the winter, sultry and thick in the summer.
It’s a magical, quiet, peaceful, restorative, meditative, yet often social haven that I come to. These well loved, spacious and preserved trails in my neighborhood, are cared for by a trust that understands the need for such places. Lucky I am to live near this place. Funny, but I went infrequently before I got a dog nearly six years ago. Now it is a daily inspiration for body, soul, and for my clay work.
Thank you to my dog, Ivy, for teaching me about daily walks. Thank you to the visionaries who protected the lands and those who continue to care for them. And thank you to all of the plants, trees, birds, animals, fungus, and all of the other life forms for just being there to witness through the cycles of weather and seasons.