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I’m walking a little further today and have been listening to Le Journal Francais Facile. It is understandable but sadly like all news it’s all doom and gloom, war and disasters, and I don’t want to start my day listening to that, in fact I don’t like listening to it at any time of the day. I know a lot of people would say I’m sticking my head in the sand and should take an interest in what’s happening around the world, but when I do that, when I’m in people’s homes and they watch the news and I feel it would be rude to walk away, it wraps a dark cloud around me, sucks away my joy in life, leaves me powerless. I don’t like that. I like to feel I have a use in this world, that I can make a difference. I’m not ignorant of world issues, I just choose not to be dragged down daily by things I have no control over.
I am someone who as a child thought my role in my family was to keep the peace, to make sure everyone around me was happy. A natural thought for an empathetic person and this was reinforced when I chose teaching young children, and children with severe learning difficulties as a career.
With this type of personality, it’s impossible to stay calm and happy if constantly hearing about bad things and sad people and knowing there is nothing I can do.
So, I have chosen to not listen or read the news and my life is a better place to be in because of this. My life is too short and my energy too precious to waste in worry and sadness about things I cannot change.
I occasionally ask my husband if there is anything I should be aware of, how the Ukraine Russia situation is, because it does effect everyone’s lives, and if there have been any scientific or deep space revelations because I love the opportunity to weave ideas into short stories or novels.
I sometimes look at environmental news because I am very keen to see the world attitude to nature change, and I do find many positives to look at and read and I can promote ideas and thoughts through my writing.
Getting back to my walk I am puffing as I climb a hill. There are brown and white cows near me, all but one ignores my passing, this one is skittish and dances away. They are large animals and quite ungainly and when they dance and skit it never looks like their legs will keep them safe. I smile and look away, non-threatening and she calms.
My legs are strong, and I appreciate how they mean I can walk and cycle, garden, dance, do yoga. Thank you, legs.
I am almost to the forest, there are marked pathways. One leading up and another leading in. Its dark under the trees and I am tempted, but not today. I have work and writing and gardening waiting at home, and breakfast for I walk before I eat. And we are probably going for a short cycle ride later and I don’t want to shock my body.
I turn around, looking back down into the valley. The village nestled safe. I cannot see my home, but I know it is there to the left of the church tower.
I ramble back past the cows, apologise to the one skittish cow and once down the gravel slope start to look for a French podcast to listen to. There are French language podcasts and children’s story podcasts, but nothing that jumps up and says, hey listen to me, I will entertain you and improve your French at the same time.
I don’t know why I think I need to listen, to use the time productively. Why it feels like I should be doing anything else other than just walk. Walking is a wonderful activity in itself. I wonder if it’s because I always used to walk with a dog and I’m seeking some kind of company. It’s strange. I really don’t feel inspired to create a poem today, but I do like this observant talking and thought wandering. I do have the kind of brain that chatters in the background, makes observations on the world constantly, and maybe this is a way to focus my wandering thoughts, to express my ideas in a different way. Like a dictated journal.
We’ll see where the next walk takes me.
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