It is amazing what the ritual morning walk through the park can do. The morning begins by finding your way through the wreckage. Everything that was destroyed by the previous day but couldn’t be salvaged and flushed as part of the evening dream cycles.
Once you arrive the chain comes off, making your way into the trees and up the hill to the bridge. The bridge is a reminder of the importance of a solid foundation and architectural underpinnings that keep you here, allowing you to build upon each day.
As you leave the bridge and make your way down the hill you find yourself at the ball field, reminding you of the games people play, and while there are rules, those are only for those who care. Games are the reality, but also what causes the most damage to infrastructure..
Onward through woods and down into the valley where the carousel spins. It brings a smile. Reminding you there is joy. Teaching you how to spin the day into what you want, and maybe what you need. Injecting some joy into the veins to help you get through.
Then you make your way back through the other side of the ball field through the trees, showing you that there are games, but that the games can be fun if you manage to not lose yourself. Games are necessary, and while people take them seriously, you don’t have to.
Leaving the ball field you walk up the stone steps high upon the hill, letting you look back over the games being played and the carousel spinning, giving you a moment to reflect before you walk back over the bridge and back down where you came, setting the reconstruction into motion.
You don’t come out the way you came in. You enter a dark muddy and wet tunnel where the homeless sleep, coming out of the other side with a new outlook, rebuilt, and ready for the day. Not everything is anew, but you have what you need to make it through the day.
Let’s get home and find some nourishment to make sure we make it.
