(Partial) Journal Entry, 2 April 2022

 

I like to walk, I always have. It is without doubt my favorite form of transport (yes, even more than a bicycle). And at this age am truly grateful that I am able to do so (mostly) without pain. One of the things on my very full “bucket list” is to walk the Santiago Trail through France and Spain. To me, walking—even in the inner city—is often meditative, as it was today.

This morning I woke with a sense of dread and anxiety, which is not uncommon for many. Mostly I worry about finances (or lack there of) and also the rapidly passing of time, both of which are illusionary.

After walking and contemplating on a beautiful crisp spring morning it was as if the worry were like roofing shingles being peeled off and blown away by the wind. And now as I sit in a coffee shop writing these words there is a full day ahead.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body and what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes. Can anyone by worrying add a single day to your life? Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.” ~ Matthew 6: 25, 27, 34