The air was fresh and nipped a bit. I stuck my hands in my pockets. Across the street, on a shop front, were the numbers 55 55, numbers of change and transformation.
Raw vegan but I felt like chips, the greasy, salty kind. Coloured faces of homes piled high as I took in the blue grey air and wondered if I could live there.
I was intent on meeting all eyes and wishing them a good morning. It was a good morning. I could walk, I could be with my lover, Nature.
I was reticent in looking at those eyes, in opening. I could see their surprise, their fear, the parts of them that didn't work. Friends jogged, crows refused to share and rock hags sat the lotus.
I reached the dock. People were dotted at different intervals. I looked at the long stretch before me and centred. Leaving thoughts of slippery shell beams behind me, I walked in my full power.
I could hear them, “Who is she ?”
“What gives her the right to walk, like that ?”
I whispered back, Because I am the centre.
I passed an old lady in a walker and even though she didn't look at me, I know she was saying,
“Walk girl, walk your path, be strong."
Opportunist seagulls kept me entertained, flaunting their boldness. They weren't afraid to be seen. I was still a little afraid but I practised. I had reached my destination.
I stretched my arms up and gave thanks. I walked back with the same determination, this time knowing I could do it.
Stepping off the dock, I stopped for the mystery of an open shell and the rhythm of a man with a purpose. I walked behind him, wondering if his rhythm would become mine. Looking across the street again, the shopfront read “Poultry in Motion."
Other Blog Posts by Regina: Miso by Post, My Cat Knows What She Wants, I Am Human, Surprise!, In Love with Me, We Can Become One, I'm Over That, The Wild Woman of Zumba, The Attitude of Success, Come In, My Love Plant, My Tears, The Room of the Past, Lady Bugs are Lucky, Welcome Home, Shattering Beliefs
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