Footnotes of Day Two -warming up

Plan A, delayed. Plan B, initiated.

 I kept waiting and hoping for the weather to clear up today. I went about my responsibilities with the occasional peek out the window only to see the same thick cloud cover. I did consider and make a call to see if someone wanted to take a hike with me. By the time we could work it out, we would not have had time to hike up and back before closing. So plan A, was put off until tomorrow.

I needed a plan B. I did go outside to my walking slash thinking circle and made a few laps. It only took a couple times around and once again the path was marked in the leaves. The luggage carrier that I had turned upside down and left, was filled with water. I do hope to box them in somehow and make it look a little more decorative and functional. And a lot less like they are about to break apart. 

Bored with walking in circles, I came in and grabbed my camera and a blaze orange cap. I was heading into the woods and down to the pond. First trip of the year. I had to be careful walking down the path, the ground still wet from the previous rain. The woods though, were peaceful. The extra jacket I had grabbed making the cooling temperature still tolerable.

The otherwise bare woods, decorated with many holly trees. More than I had realized spread out across the hillside. Their color standing out against an otherwise brown landscape. Moving around the mountain laurel that blocked the entrance to the pond, I could hear the water falling from the overflow. The water of the pond was still but for the occasional  ripple created by one of the resident fish. As I walked along the bank, I sought subjects worth photographing. Standing on the footbridge that crosses the far end, I glanced into the woods, watching the water flowing down from the hill. 

Then the sounds of my dogs going insane came through loud and clear. I had no idea what had set them off to barking, but I had to find out. That meant hurrying back up that hillside. Hurrying back up a path, on a hill, that had been nicknamed Daredevil Hill. But hurry I did. Well, I tried. By the time I got back to my back yard, I was struggling a bit.

Walking around the house I looked around, the only thing I could figure my two dogs lost their collective minds over was that a cat had to have wandered past.As I stood there, they were looking at me all innocent. 

Now I’m wondering about that hike up the mountain. I definitely won’t be in any hurry. But today, was a good warm up for the things to come. Not just in a mountain hike but in facing the new year and new beginnings. I’ll be the first to say that since the weather started cooling down and the days shorter, I have not been as active. I know, I need to change that. I need to return to doing the things that make me better.

Getting more exercise and eating better to be more physically healthier.

Reading, researching, and writing more for better mental health.

Finding ways to socialize safely for better emotional health.

Finding ways to take care of myself better that will take care of my emotional health.

Spending time in Bible reading and prayer for my spiritual health.

Today’s hike was a warm up for the mountain should the weather allow. The conversation I had earlier, the one that had me thinking and considering a topic not on my normal radar a warm up. Realizing the things I need to do, a warm up..preparing for the new year and new beginnings.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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