Ways to walk

In the past year, I've walked about a fair amount. I walked around Europe and the Midwest. I've walked with my boyfriend, who became my fiance, who bought me a puppy and now I walk with the puppy. I walked in the past of the family I'm about to join and I walk daily in preparations for the future. Traveled by plane and train and automobile to the village of my fiance's grandfather, the village from which he fled the Nazis, to see his home, the river and the castle and the hillside to which he brought his wife, forty years - a concentration camp, an ocean, a different life - later.

I've primarily walked in great comfort. I've walked off temper tantrums and sluggish moods. Through rain storms and in the tremendous snows of the past winter.

Within all these varied walkings I've neglected the writings, the ruminatings, the documenting - here at least. The journaling was neglected, too, and the other blog, but oh, the living.....the living has been fabulous.