When I first moved from Leeds to South Milford in 2019 I didn’t find it easy to walk from home to South Milford Station. And back. Now, I do.
I attribute this to the daily walks I have with Lydia. We don’t do much in the way of gradients, but what we do, we do every day. And it seems to work. Now, I find it a very easy walk to South Milford Station and back, made much easier I think by the very lovely evening I’ve enjoyed with a friend in Leeds.
Then again, I couldn’t have had that evening without the train service that took me there and back again. Pretty amazing, and then some.
Lydia is very calm on our walk this morning; much calmer than she’s been on a walk for a very long time. It’s lovely just to amble along with her, stop when she sniffs at and forages blackberries, feel no need to do much other than just walk along with my dog beside me. I tell her what a lovely dog she is and let her know how much I’m enjoying my walk with her.
I also thank her when we get back to the car. I want her to feel appreciated. She is.
The sense of mellowness and calm continues throughout the day.
I visit a friend in the village. We also go for a walk together, and we thank each other to show our appreciation of each other’s company. It’s a lovely thing, to enjoy the company of another; nothing to prove; just a sense of being together, being alive and being there for each other, even if it’s just for that day.
As I write, Lydia is enjoying being outside on a day which is warmish with a soothing breeze.
I’m enjoying being inside, with the door open.
A lingering sadness remains and always will, but the nagging, aching grief has gone, as each day brings something new, or not new. It doesn’t matter. Each day just brings.
No such thing
There’s no such thing As an ordinary day Each day awakens In its own way
Some days it rains Some days it’s sunny Some days are serious And nothing seems funny
There’s no so thing As an ordinary day Each day is different In its own way
Some days are lonely Some days are glad Some days are joyful Others are sad
There’s no such thing As an ordinary day Each day unfolds In its own way
Some days are busy Others are slow Some days it’s hard To know which way to go
There’s no such thing As an ordinary day Each one just passes In its own way
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And when the day Is done and gone We sleep Until another day That isn’t ordinary Comes along
Glad About 
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