Walking.

Walking is medicine, life, belonging, therapy. When I walk with music I can’t help dancing a little. When I walk with a story in my headphones, I go far away and am surprised by a Water Buffalo or an old man on a motorbike. Where am I? Oh, that’s right. Here. And when I walk in silence I talk to God with the flowers and trees. All these ways of listening are useful at different times. I am thankful for my legs, I walk in prayer and remember that I also belong here. Hello, here I am, not doing much, just walking down roads or in fields. Just being. Like that bird with the brown wings, like the dog who saw me coming and decided to follow.

At home in myself, I am thankful for my legs and my eyes. Thankful that God said, let there be Rae and let us live together and love one another.

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