A couple of months ago, my partner and I got a dog. It’s the first time I’ve had a dog since I was a teenager. It’s the first time I’ve lived with a dog. She’s still a puppy but she’s almost 7 months old now. The weather has been good, summer is here and we have a big grassy field behind our house.
As a child and a teenager, I spent a lot of my time walking through fields, usually walking the dog. I forgot just how much I love and need this sort of simple practice in my life. Walking in the field is more for me than it is for the dog. It’s a place and a time apart. It’s a place and a time connected to the bigger picture. It’s a place of big skies, meadows, and hedgerows. It speaks to me of seasons.
And it also connects me to my younger self. This is what I did. This is what I do. A walk around the field feels deeply nourishing. Even if I get nothing else done that day, a walk around the field feels like I have done something worthwhile, much as in the same way a visit to the beach always feels like a good and right thing to do.
For now, I relish the summer days and the trees in full leaf. In just a few short months, the season will start to turn and the leaves will turn gold and red and the wind will feel cold again. And those times walking in the field will be just as nourishing, in their own way.
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