This Place

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I’ve been finding it more and more difficult to write here. I’m not sure if it is just because I have other things to do, or if the whole idea of having a blog has run its course, or if it’s something else entirely.

I’ve been taking photographs less, but even when I do have some I find that I sit down to write something and… well… my mind isn’t blank exactly… but I feel torn between what I feel like I should write and being able to come up with what I would actually like to write about. I still want to do it, but I am just in a strange place at the moment and everything that I type just seems so lackluster. I have some ideas though and I feel a little like things are beginning to come together in my head, we’ll see where that takes me.

I love living so close to the small forest and lake, being able to walk 5 minutes up the road and feel like I’m away from everything. Sometimes it’s quiet by the lake, particularly during the school day, or if the weather is less than amazing. Other times there are people at every little beach, or sitting area… there are people out in boats on the lake. The quietness punctuated by the sound of laughter, or the motor of a passing boat.

Whether there are people around or not, being by the lake is so calming.

The past few days I’ve been making a daily walk to, and around the edge of, the lake. I am out of practice, only doing 1.5 miles on Monday and 2 miles on Tuesday…. both more tiring than they should have been, but relaxing still. Plenty of time to think.

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3 Comments

  1. I do so much miss walking in the woods. I used to do a lot more, but of late I have let my life get constrained by so many things.

    Perhaps the reason you have a hard time writing is the lack of time spent walking. Living in the city my be crowded and noisy, but walking gave you a time of solitude. I hear a longing for that as you now start walking again.

    Blessings,
    Steve
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