The Girl Who Walks - Episode 5

It's been a minute since I wrote about the girl who walks. My influencer. My encourager. My inspiration. The last post about her, was on September 12th, 2024. At that time, she was going through some unexpected challenges and had to discontinue the walkabouts, so she might give herself time to heal. It was a sad day when the sun began to rise and she could not make the morning journey she had become accustomed to. The fresh breezes whipping her hair and causing her face to become rosy with the cold fall morning air rushing past, was something she was going to genuinely miss.

Those morning walks were more than just exercise for her. They were therapy. Creativity always came front and center as she envisioned all that could be. All that was within her reach if she only believed it possible. Those were the times of renewal for her. Times of quiet meditation as each foot slapped the roadway as if they were drum slap mallets, slapping a drum. She kept rhythm with each contact as if it were music instructing her of the value of life. Reminding her just how much she was loved, even though she battled to believe it. Those were the times God reminded her just how deeply SHE loved, and why. Those were the times she was reminded of the release from captivity of years gone by and how to bring every thought into subjection. To say she missed those times is an understatement.

The year between then and now, has brought so much change in her life. What she had always known, did a 180, and she began living a life that feels as if it must have been meant for someone else. This transition has required her to rethink many things. She's always known the beauty life brings, but now she has the time to notice more than what surrounded her when life was full of distractions. If she can only let go of what was...  

And now...she is back! The ligament that encapsulates the outer edge of her foot and stretches up and around her ankle, seems to have repaired itself nicely. It still reminds her, from time to time, to not over-do it. Still...the fresh morning elements beckon her...and she can't resist. She can't resist the urge to "come for a visit, child," as the Father of all, whispers her name.

Today's "feels like 45º "early morning weather provided the most amazing comeback she could have dreamed of. As she walked, her fingertips became chilled, the skin on her face welcomed the cold wind, and her hair grabbed every movement presented. There was a briskness in her walk that said she was back for the long haul. At last, she was alone with the God of the Universe, and possibly an angel, or two, out strolling on the neighborhood's quiet, early morning streets. 

Had it not been for the gentle reminder of tightening pressure the once-damaged ligament provided, she would have kept walking. Maybe another day, since we are heading into the cooler months of the year. Maybe the foot issue will strengthen as she uses it. I can't wait to see where these walks take her and what is spoken to her heart as she listens to the music of the steps.

Walking again, here you will find me...in Mary's World. #myjourneyamongtheunseen #walkabouts #lifeasIknowit #changecanbegood #theforgottenway #earlymorningwisdom