February, 2005
I love walking outside. It almost feels as if God awaits me the minute I
look up and around. I barely believe in God, and yet there is this felt
sense; it must by my Jewish genes speaking. Many wait for the messiah to
come. I sense Him awaiting me, awaiting us. Yet the God that I love is
within. Let’s look deeper, and see for ourSelves.
Just connecting with nature is enough to open my heart and mind to all that
is, and feel grateful, touched, inspired. Thrilled to be alive, to be
breathing. The treetops speak to me like steeples and spires. An
overarching forest is like a cathedral. The sky makes me happy. I feel
slightly insane. The God that I love is within.
If I don’t walk outside at least once or twice a day, I get rusty. Spider
webs seem to clog my chakras and internal energy channels. My erstwhile
neighbor in Concord, Massachusetts, Henry David Thoreau said he had to walk
outside at least four hours a day; he walked the entire length of Cape Cod
and back one year, and wrote about it.
Walking along the water on a beach for me is akin to Eden. There is nowhere
to go and no hurry to get there. But any walk outside will do, for a
constant companion is always accompanying. And you never know in whose face
you will meet Him.
They say that joy rises in the morning.
Walking with my dog each dawn, I sally forth to meet my maker.
We are never alone.
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