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My first lonely morning walk

John Muir rightly said “In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.”

Never did I venture out alone during my 3 yrs stay in the US. I was always accompanied by someone in my evening or morning walks. It’s not because I was scared or something but it just happened to be so. Earlier, when we lived in Chicago, 2 years back, I happened to meet a lady with whom I became friends and together we used to plan our outings after hubby left for work. Then, when we moved to Minnesota, for a while I had stopped my exercises due to my back pain and soon became sickly. Hubby decided to motivate me to walk again and joined me in my evening hikes. He would drive me to different lakes near our home   (after all Minnesota is a land of 10,000 lakes) and then after parking the car we would walk round the lake. But that didn’t last long as he often had to come late from office. So my walks stopped again.

But after many a distressful shopping blunders, the realization daunted on me that I need to do something of my ever growing potbelly. So, I decided to take advantage of the good weather and start my morning walks after hubby left for work. So, bidding him adieu, the other day and armed with a water bottle and my Samsung galaxy, I stepped out of my cozy den. I could feel the fresh air against my face after being inside the warm heated apartment. A cool breeze was blowing and I was glad I wore the thicker sweatshirt. You don’t know the outside temperature unless you step out and very often I had suffered because of my miscalculations.

I felt confident and happy to have taken the decision and with a hidden smile on my face I took the familiar path round the lake just behind my apartment. There is a small wood at the very entrance of the path where I often went with hubby to click photos.

But today was slightly different as I was alone. I was expecting more people to be running and jogging but perhaps I was one of those few who stayed at home while others rushed to work at that hour. However, I started my walk speeding up my pace and slowing down in between not to get tired. As I reached the densest part of the wood, some creepy feelings disturbed me thanks to the horror movies and thriller serials that I was addicted to. As I approached a fork, I heard voices and saw two men approaching. All the weird and crazy images from the Criminal minds serial came into my mind and I even had visions of my battered lifeless body lying amidst a huge pile of fallen autumn leaves. I held tight to my phone and water bottle in case I needed them. Unaware of my thoughts, the two men walked past me as they chatted away with each other. I caught my normal breath only when the men disappeared in the opposite direction.

From then on I relaxed and decided not to listen to my thoughts and enjoy the scene along the way. I realized that Fall was not yet over and there were colorful trees all around. I took out my Samsung and started clicking photos. Seeing me do that, a cyclist stopped to comment on the view. This time fortunately my mind was cleared off of all the thriller scenes and happily responded to him. I even clicked a photo of him riding away which made a great picture.

I continued my solitary walk and was just halfway through when I heard a gagling noise overhead. Through the leaves of the trees, I saw a flight of migratory birds in a skein. I was so mystified and fascinated by this aerial spectacle that I forgot to click and by the time I could, they were out of range. I was almost depressed when suddenly I could hear them again and this time I didn’t want to let go the chance and quickly got a few pictures. I felt as if they heard my sadness and returned to make me happy. I felt so thankful to them.

Happy at my accomplishment I continued my journey enjoying everything I saw.

A man was cleaning away the fallen leaves.

The bushes along the roadside seemed to fire up.

I was tempted to rest for a while on the bench when I saw the following sign. It seemed to indicate that if you want that size then go ahead and sit. I felt a kind of sarcasm on whoever had made that drawing but also felt thankful and my desire to rest vanished immediately.

It was a 3 ½ miles walk round the lake and at first I was doubtful of completing it. But I didn’t realize how time flew as I was busy clicking pictures all through my hike.It seemed even nature around me was inspiring me to go on.

As I approached the end of my walk, I felt a kind of victory of having accomplished something. Yes, my first solitary walk and I enjoyed it to the full.

‘The sum of the whole is this: walk and be happy; walk and be healthy. The best way to lengthen out our days is to walk steadily and with a purpose.’ Charles Dickens

A raindrop upon a petal, a teardrop upon an eye, we will think of you now and forever, until we meet in that endless sky.

There is dew in one flower and not in another, because one opens its cup and takes it in, while the other closes itself and the drop runs off. So God rains goodness and mercy as wide as the dew, and if we lack them, it is because we do not open our hearts to receive them.
James H. Aughey

A tryst with nature…

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“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.”
Nature alone has the power to embrace all creatures equally without any discrimination. She cares not for any race or gender. Her blessings or fury are equally dispensed upon all Gods’ creatures. In this tumultuous world of hatred and crime what better place to find solace than a solitary walk amidst nature?
One’s tryst with nature need not be in the hills or mountains or the woods. Nature’s beauty exists everywhere. It only seeks an eye to behold and appreciate. While walking down the bustling streets a tiny sprout emerging from below the concrete road startles a nature lover. He quickly pulls out his mobile to capture the moment and acknowledge its beauty. Releasing a sigh for the happiness he got unexpectedly, he walks off with a smile oblivious of things or people around.
Sipping through the evening coffee, he looks out of his window and sees a flight of birds heading homewards. That reminisce him about his family far away. The hustle and bustle of the city life had disassociated him from his near and dear ones. He had become a sophisticated ‘troglodyte’ of the modern world. He recollects a poem by W H Davies
Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

He walks down the lane to the street where he had seen that tiny little sprout early that morning. Gently he pulls it out and puts it in his pocket. He then turns and hurries back home, unmindful of the people staring at his strange act. He pulls out the dried stems of his dead plant from the pot he had placed some years ago. He cautiously places the sprout into the pot and pours in some water. Another sigh leaves his heart as he sees the sprout stand upright.
All through the evening he kept staring at it as a lover would. As he bit through his meal he felt a kind of connection with the tiny sprout as he had never felt before. This sudden tryst made him relive the life he had lost in the mundane city. Flashes of memories rolled through his mind of him as a kid running through the meadows catching butterflies, listening to the chirping of birds and rolling his hands over the blooming flowers. The fresh cheese that he chewed from his grandmother’s hands, the long hikes he made with his grandfather to the mountains seemed to be lost in some dreams.
Tonight he felt relaxed as he lay to rest unlike his other stressful nights. He felt he was reunited with his true love. A tryst that brought bliss into his life; which is the nature of NATURE.

“Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones. It is easier to get a spark out of a stone than a moral.” John Burroughs