A few posts referring to walking got me thinking how important it is in my life, a treat for heart and soul.
I walk twice a day, usually along our beach but occasionally through the neighbour's paddocks. I walk with two pooches, Shep the Border Collie and Fifi, the Westillion. Woe betide me if I should attempt to leave them behind.
When I was still in the world of paid work I walked every afternoon. Invariably I'd be saddled with work issues, large and small, negative and positive. I would walk and walk, chewing and fashing over things until I reached a point where it all fell into perspective. I'd reached what I came to think of as "resolution corner".
It wasn't as though all the problems had disappeared or even that solutions had miraculously presented themselves. It was just that they settled into perspective and I knew I'd be able to deal with them. Endorphins at work? No doubt but whatever the mechanism, I'd turn for home in a happier frame of mind.
Sharing this for no particular reason apart from the love of walking.