I was so convinced that the weather would be nice today that I packed my raincoat in the very bottom of my bag. Then I walked outside into a downpour, and then back inside to dig out my coat and put my things in trash bags, and then back outside and the rain had stopped. I threw my arms up to the sky to say what gives? but then it started raining again, hard.
I spent the first hour or so walking with a woman, Joan, who I adored from the get-go. She was spunky and funny and quick to laugh. She told great stories and asked the right questions which drew my best stories out of me.
We stopped for coffee and then lost track of each other. The rain had stopped and the sun was flirting. The mud was thick from the rain and I slid around like I was walking on ice. The clouds were low and commanding and, above them, the sky shined the crisp blue of autumn.
Later, as I walked alone, a stanza from a Rumi poem popped into my head:
“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.”
And I realized that in that moment, as hard as I tried, I could not think of one thing that I really want that I do not already have.
Later as I’m walking, Hugh calls out from somewhere behind me. “Kim! I have something to tell you!” I slow down until we are walking side by side. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he says.
“What have you been thinking?” I ask, afraid that he’d read yesterday’s post where I described him as grumpy.
“I’ve been thinking about your blog. I’m not just a pretty face, you know. I have some ideas.”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Let’s hear ‘em.”
“First, I’ve been thinking about the wind turbines. There must be thousands of them out here. I think that’s something interesting that your readers would like to know.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll tell them.”
“Second, I’ve been singing this song in my head since I walked over the Pyrenees and again today when we were climbing that big hill. Have you heard it? It’s a song about a bear.”
“No, I don’t think I have. How does it go?”
“Well, it goes like this: The bear went over the mountain, the mountain, the mountain. The bear went over the mountain to see what he could see. The other side of the mountain, the mountain, the mountain. The other side of the mountain was all that he could see.”
“You know, I could record it and turn it into an mp3 file and put it on your blog.”
I laughed again.
“Or we could sell it on iTunes for $0.99.” I said.
“Yes,” said Hugh. “We could.”
The hours just slipped away today. Everyone was in a lovely mood. There was an energy in the air and we were all infected by it. Today felt particularly special.
Today I walked 17 miles.
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