I’m walking this month to raise funds for stroke awareness and stroke rehabilitation. I’ve commoitted to 300km for the month of November, an average of 10km per day.
Today, my birthday (I’m 54) I walked 11km.
Walking.We all do it, every day.I spend most of my time figuring out how to do as little as possible.
However, doing the walking over the last eight days I’ve been thinking.
Life is a lonely walk at times, no matter how many people join you and no matter how much love surrounds you.
I had a wonderful day, with the added bonus of discovering a beautiful new walking path very close to home. It leads through parks down to my favourite beach.
But there was a big hole in the day. John didn’t share in the celebrations.
I’ve finally realised that that I’m doing this walk on my own. This month has become a metaphor for the long, lonely walk. Not just mine, but John’s.
If you would like to donate to the cause of stroke rehabilitation, here’s the link:
We’re all doing the long, lonely walk.