Terri and I walked again at 5am and it was so nice and cool. Sleepy little Edinburg was just beginning to stir. The campground down on the creek had a tent half down but I suppose the people were still sleeping. The ducks and geese congregate at night up stream by the mill, so they won't be down by the campground till day breaks through. The walk was nice and always I think about stuff.
Someone asked me last night what I really liked to do. I can't say what my first choice was but meeting people was the second. Introverts are not supposed to be that way so list me as a recovering introvert.
In meeting people there is joy and sadness. In a trio of short stories I have begun, experiencing death is the subject. Two of the stories Terri and I were there and the last one we knew the family. All three spoke to a part of me, which I had ignored. Death is not a warm and fuzzy, but it seems a time when we can give a gift to each other. I might even describe death as beautiful.
Love, life and death can intersect is such a way, that we release each other with peace. I believe people always remain a part of us, even when we don't see it. It seems we are designed that way.
Hopefully I won't chase anyone off with these stories but I will post them one by one.
Keep walkin,
Ron