Bush tracks tangle together in the suburban hills that frame my neighbourhood, which sits on Turrbal and Jagera country. They’re old fire trails, scraped together in haphazard organisation and used occasionally for backburning in the cooler months. In more recent years the council or neighbours have wandered up here to dig out clogged drains after rains that fell in sheets from above.
Inspired by your writing, I have started walking again. This time around I am walking in a body I don't recognise. My thighs rub as I walk and my knees and feet ache afterward. But I keep walking as a way to get to know this new body I find myself in. Walking gives me time and freedom to think about what this weight I now carry is here to do. It gives me time to think about what this new body might be trying to protect me from. So I will keep walking towards that feeling of freedom you write about. Perhaps for me, it will be the freedom of knowing my body - knowing her and loving her for what she is trying to do for me.
Oh Karen, that's so beautiful! I'm so pleased you have started walking again. I look forward to seeing and reading about the adventures Walking Karen goes on! X
Inspired by your writing, I have started walking again. This time around I am walking in a body I don't recognise. My thighs rub as I walk and my knees and feet ache afterward. But I keep walking as a way to get to know this new body I find myself in. Walking gives me time and freedom to think about what this weight I now carry is here to do. It gives me time to think about what this new body might be trying to protect me from. So I will keep walking towards that feeling of freedom you write about. Perhaps for me, it will be the freedom of knowing my body - knowing her and loving her for what she is trying to do for me.
Oh Karen, that's so beautiful! I'm so pleased you have started walking again. I look forward to seeing and reading about the adventures Walking Karen goes on! X