Always Looking Down:
If you saw me out walking, alone or with my puppy, you would see me always looking down. A body behavior analyst might diagnose me as depressed or lonely. This isn't the case. On the contrary, I am generally a happy, positive person. So why do I always look down?
It began as a survival technique. I owned no prescription sunglasses and I loved to walk outside in the sunshine. It was easier to look down at the pavement than to look around. It wasn't long until I found that looking down focused my internal contemplations on my walks. I could mull over problems or ideas when the only distraction was the moving pavement beneath my cross trainers.
Eventually, I found that looking down has other benefits as well. You find many things while looking down; you might just find pennies from heaven, you may discover a little lizard darting in and out of the grass by the path or even a snake that is meandering along the asphalt. I can't count how many nails and screws that I have picked up during the years I have looked down walking. I always bring them home and place them in the trash, hoping that I saved a tire from deflating or an owner from a costly unexpected expense.
I do look up when hearing cars approach but then go right back to my routine. Somehow, over time, I have discovered that I have found more than pennies, nails and critters as I look down. I have also found myself. I look down the path that lies in front of me and I observe the little anomalies that I come across. I enjoy the small moments filled with found treasures. These may be a penny or dime on my path or a treasured hug and kiss from a loved one. I feel thanks for the dangers thwarted like a nail in a tire or a distress call or need from family that can be solved or removed. Finally, I revel in creation observed like a wee wooly caterpillar along the path or a neighbor's child discovering a new skill.
I feel gratitude that years ago I did not have sunglasses and learned to look down as I walked. Because life can be rich, even when you are looking down.
- The written word has always been a joy for me. I can not remember a time in my life when I did not have books. Before I was able to read them, my mother read books to me. As soon as I could read independently I was never without a book in my hands or very nearby. As years passed, writing developed into a passion for me as well. I tried novel writing while home with my two children during their early years and was challenged to focus on the craft. I never gave up the love even when I had to give up the pursuit. Now, with grown children and the fact I am sitting on the other side of fifty I can pursue my dream of writing. I have continued the reading quest but now the writing is attainable as well.