Every Monday I walk...
Every Monday I like to walk around 20km. It’s good for my soul. It’s good for my brain. It’s good for my creativity.
I walk along the beach. I prefer winter because there’s no one there. It’s also windy and a little sea spray and saltiness is in the air. It’s magical. You feel the elements: the wind, the rain, the sun, and sea water.
Lots of my favourite writers are big walkers. They would write essays on walking. I guess there was less to do in the 1800s. Holy smoke, they would really be shocked what’s happened. I remember Thoreau complaining about the train lines next to Walden Pond. My feeling is that he would have been a chronic whiner if he only knew what people are up to nowadays.
Not sure what is so amazing about walking. It’s like your body and mind are getting a balance, your bones and limbs and everything just works out well. Thoughts are processed. Imagination happens. And it just feels so natural and you get stronger. Love it.
When I was growing up in Parkdale, I spent pretty much all summer and most winter, walking up and down the beach trails. Usually from Parkdale to Mentone, but sometimes also along the cliff tops at Beaumaris to Black Rock.
The thing I love the most is the sea. Not sure if I was a merman in a previous life, or an Irish fisherman, or a drunken poet telling bards about the sea and sea monsters. The sea and ocean has always resonated with me. Again, it is so absurd. I think about creating the world. I think I’ll put a great big tub of liquid around the world. It’ll be funny if I make it wavy. So really big waves tip boats upside down. Then, I’ll put a bunch of creatures from big Whales to tiny plankton and everything in between… It’ll be so much fun.
Hey, check out this one I made mum… It’s a sea horse - funky hey? Oh wait, what did I stand on? Let’s call that one a jelly fish!
Also the power of the sea is amazing. Just the energy of the waves. The power in it. Then there’s a relationship between the person entering the water and the sea itself. It’s just a bit risky and exciting. You never know what’s going to happen. And then little bits of sea water, fly on everyone. It’s just an amazing sensory experience. Wow.
It was crazy to think of me just walking around now. I was like 10 or 11 and walking up and down without a care in the world. I’ll relay some funny beach stories some day. Recently, I’ve noticed that lots of my writing is nostalgic. I hope this is not a sign that I need to wear a gold chain, buy a Ferrari, and get a spinning circle water bed and a mirror. Think I’ll be okay - as long as I keep walking - that’ll keep me grounded, reverential to the power of the waves and seas, and remind me that gold chains, my burgeoning rap career, and bitches don’t cause happiness.Give me the rain, sea, and rough elements of nature, and that’s where I’ll be super happy. Every Monday. Walking at the sea.
Do you have a ritual? Love to hear about it?