That Which Sustains UsPosted: December 17, 2012
I always tell people that I walk because I have no choice — because my 127 lb dog would destroy my house if he didn’t get his exercise. That’s true, of course (my living room doesn’t fare well in bad weather!) but the real truth? Walking, especially when I’m down along the river, keeps me grounded in a way that nothing else can.
In the wake of last week’s horrific events at Sandy Hook Elementary, I desperately needed such grounding. I needed to be reminded that the world as I knew it still existed. I needed to stand on the bank and watch the river lap beneath the ice across its surface, to listen to the wind’s hollow melody as it blew past a broken cement culvert jutting into the water, to feel the crunch of the ice beneath my boots as I strode through woods heavy and dark with sleep. I needed to connect with the other…with that part of life that continues around us, within us, in spite of us.
I needed — and found — the reassurance that something greater than us still had a hand in things. That there is something greater than us.
I hope you’re able to find that reassurance, too.