Often, when Steve and I go for walks, we’ll stop and take time to write. Whether it’s writing an essay, a poem or haiku, I love this time when we share the moment. And, it gives us the opportunity to experience it again later, when we read about it again.
Here’s a piece I wrote for Steve during one of our walks on a wooded trail near Santa Fe:
Each step reminds me my body has been on this earth for 56 years.
Each step reminds me I’d better take care of myself if I want to live to be 105.
Each step reminds me how grateful I am that I can still put one foot in front of the other, feel the breeze on my face, hear birds in the trees and the rustling of whatever it is that skitters on the earth around me.
Each step I take makes me grateful to have you beside me, to share the things I’m grateful for, to listen to me whine that I’m tired, yet love me anyway, to look forward to all the walks we’ll take together in the 49 years I have left in my life.
I’m thankful I can walk. I’m thankful for the opportunity to be in the moment. I’m thankful to share those moments with Steve.