An ordinary day

After school today I took my son to an appointment. It is his bi-annual osteopath session that he whines about going to but then is happy with the results. While he was having his appointment I had 55 minutes of me time. Through my work I have come to know a lot of massage therapists and osteopaths. Most of them also have home offices. So appointments for the kids are taken in those spaces. In this case, the office was located in a beautiful area with lots of trees and several lakes. So of course I took a walk.

I haven’t been feeling very well for the past few days so I was taking it easy. It’s hard to know how well my immune system will perform this cold season. I’ve had Covid-19 and I have two vaccinations so I am less concerned about catching that. It is the common cold or flu that has me worried going into winter. For the record, I am absolutely fine with wearing a mask and all other such precautions. Seems like the least we can do considering how many people have suffered and worse. But without a doubt this constant “protection” has prevented my body from remembering how to fight off the regular stuff. Perhaps more disturbing is the possibility that my Meniere’s Disease(that is the horrible thing that causes vertigo, etc) is coming back for another round.

So into this beautiful place I took all of my worries and fatigue and walked. The wind was blowing and it made the remaining leaves shake on the trees around me. Each one making it’s own kind of music. As I watched and listened I found myself amazed that so many leaves were still hanging on after almost 36 hours of strong winds. I suppose there is a life lesson somewhere in there.

I walked a few hundred meters and found myself beside a small lake. So I decided that sitting was how I would complete my time. I could feel the late fall sun warming my back and I became entranced with how the wind made the water move. The movements were so fluid(pardon the pun). There will willows framing the lake and they too would bend and sway with the wind. All the while making a crisp, slight rustling sound as they leaned against each other.

So that is where I spent my 45 remaining minutes. It was simple, peaceful and extraordinary in it’s own way. As I walked back to get my son I thanked…well anything and everything for that amazing experience.

And to think…it was just an ordinary day.