Dark Walk

So, every single one of us reinvents motherhood. I mean those of us who have children, of course. I can’t believe that my beach urchins are 20-somethings nowadays and I am not always sure how they turned out as well as they have given some of the crap I tried to beat into their brains. But I’m not going there tonight.

One of the things that I do think I did right was Dark Walk. I instituted Dark Walk with my Mouse. When my Mousie was very young, she sometimes had trouble settling down at night. One night, I picked her up and we walked out into the dark, down the street to the corner and back. My Mousie settled right down. And *I* settled down. This became a habit that we called Dark Walk.

I have been doing Dark Walk a lot lately. I have been walking back and forth between the Squatter’s Paradise and FV. It is .91 miles one way. I walked it six times today. I can’t remember if it was still dark when I walked down there this morning. It was definitely dark when I walked back up the last time tonight. I was feeling pretty well decompressed by this that time and just after I took this loverly photooo, I activated the garage door opener device that lives in my ski jacket pocket these days.

As I walk back and forth, I sometimes encounter FV folks who ask if I want a ride. I love the FV folks but no, I don’t need one. I have a vee-hickle here. I am walking because that’s kind of what I do. It allows me to decompress. Especially when it’s dark out. Like it was when I walked up the escarpment after my third stint with The Comm at FV.

Love y’all,

One Response to “Dark Walk”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I need to do this kind of activity too. When Patt was in the hospital, I was always out walking around. It was therapeutic and helped my mind settle down. I don’t know exactly how you feel, but I do understand.