Walk

Think I'm in the mood to walk out of doors for a bit. Change into my walking shorts and sneakers, then walk up to the creek to fetch a couple or few small fish for our Turtles gifted to us by God. Aunt Helen and Uncle Chester. My turtle cousins are still small, but they have really grown to be so much bigger, bold, healthy and happy. Aunt Helen's turtle neck stretches out several inches - especially when she's anticipating meal time. Brenda has truly trained her to eat from her hand. Right. Meal time has become twice daily and both are fed fortified turtle food pellets. When able I feed them small fish, small frogs and or tadpoles. We have fed them these tiny red dead worms that surly must be a delicacy. Aunt Helen loses her freaking turtle mind once she realizes there's company and food in her habitat. Uncle Chester, likes to become friends, lets his neighbour die and then he'll eat up his guests. I have grown quite attached to both. As have several of the young Kinfolk and Kindred who think that it's so way cool to have God gift us these two beautiful turtles. I agree whole heartedly.

A walk would be a right good healthy thing to do this morning. Get out of these lonely rooms and silence. I have tried so hard to keep from the silence. Walking will get me out into the fresh air, the sounds and songs of my Feathered cousins. An occasional call of the Peacocks who live out here with us is easy to detect Oh, how I would love to cross paths with one today.

When I walk, I smile. I also make eye contact and nod or tip my head and or hat once acknowledged. Maybe have a word or two with the Older Cuban Sir, selling fresh Latin fruits and vegetables. Up and around a few blocks and to the South West entrance to the communities - there's another Older Cuban Sir, with a nice produce stand set up. I visit and we connect in an odd way and spot due to the break in communications. Doesn't matter - we work it

I smile when I walk because I feel at ease with a smile on my face. And I love bringing a smile to the faces of others. No matter who they are or where they come from. Good medicine for all. Seen.

Walking would be good for my lungs and heart too. And good-goodness, I must do something with these skinny ass legs attached to these birthing hips. Please.

When I take a walk, it is as if I am escaping from exile, even if but for an hour or so. Gotta go.