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I try to talk myself out of that truth many times a
week. I’m too tired to exercise. I have an injury. I haven’t
had enough sleep. I should listen to my body! I would be
short-changing my children of the important time they
need with me if I selfishly went out for my long walk.
But I am always better off if I choose the walk. I am
even better at relating to my children, because walking
takes me to the soul.
That’s why I can’t leave it out. I can’t pretend it has
nothing to do with this subject, because it’s how I pull
the truth to me. I pull the globe around toward me un-
der my feet by walking. As the world turns, the lies leak
out of my mind, into space. As the body becomes sound,
so does the mind. It’s true.
And the songs in my head keep the rhythm of the
walk going: Fats Domino. Ricky Nelson. Ten Years Af-
ter. I’m walkin’. Yes indeed. I’m goin’ home.
There is something about walking that combines op-
posites. Opposites: activity and relaxation. (This very para-
dox is what creates whole-brain thinking.) Opposites: out
in the world and solitude. (Alone, but out there walking.)
This combining of opposites activates the harmony I
need between the right and left brain, between the adult
and the child, between the higher self and the animal.
Great solutions appear. Truth becomes beauty.
You have your own walking available to you, too. Yes
indeed. It might be dancing or swimming or running or
racquetball or boxing or aerobics, but it’s all the same thing.
It’s all a way of moving the body around like a merry
plaything and oxygenating the spirit in the process.
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My great friend and editor Kathy Eimers, to whom I
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