Okay, I’m about to admit something that I’ve never admitted to anyone for fear of sounding like a beast of a human being, a spoiled brat, or at the very least a bad pet owner… but I do not enjoy walking the dog.
I feel terrible saying that! But it’s true. And I adore my dog, love to cuddle, love to rough house with her, love her crazy noises and stubborn sneak attacks to crawl into bed with us after she thinks we’ve fallen asleep. And I envy those people who list long walks with their dog among their most favorite activities… but I’ve tried to love it, I’ve pretended I love it… I do not. I get bored. I make frequent pleas to her as we walk to do her dog business as quickly as possible so that we can head back home (sometimes I even read a magazine as I’m walking). I’m sorry! I really am… but it’s also something that had started to believe just isn’t going to change.
And then one day, the sun was in my eyes…
On one of our trips outside, I brought my sunglasses. And WHAT a difference! You have no idea what a little tint and color did to change my whole neighborhood into a brand new eye candy filled place! It sparked a little memory in me… followed by a little idea…
Whenever I come back from a vacation… I swear that I’m going to treat the town that I live like a foreign city. It’s not hard to imagine really, old Mediterranean style tiles and buildings, views of the water and hills, bricked pathways, parks galore. And when I’m traveling, my favorite thing to do is walk. I walk for miles, eating up the architecture, the scattering of leaves colored for the season, people watching to no end and lingering whenever I think something deserves a little more attention. I only succeed in this in Santa Barbara when I have friends or family in town. A little excuse to play tourist. But who needs an excuse to do something that will give their eyes a little feast and perk up a sadly unbeloved event!
So I pulled down the leash, rallied the little dog leaping in excitement, grabbed my sunglasses and a camera, and went off to pay attention as I walked.
The Result Follows…
Oh! I almost forgot to add. Yesterday I also came across a site with a challenge… to imbue intentional creativity into every day. I like this because it refers to creativity in a really broad sense. Meaning I don’t have to be specifically creating a piece of art… but creativity can be brought to doodling, cooking, playing, or as in my first day, walking. Yes, this was intended for the year of 2010 and yes it’s halfway through August of that year.. but hell. I’m in. The (optional) theme this month is fire. And since I’m feeling like my attempts at creativity are needing a little jump-start… “fire” for me is being translated into anything that sparks my creative fire again.
My first day involved the reinvention process of the dog walk, and resulted in a handful of photos, most taken through the lens of my sunglasses because it had the coloring and provided the shadows that I loved. Today… I uploaded them to flickr and meant to just write mini descriptions to each one… and ended up getting so enchanted by my walk all over again that my descriptions ended up taking the form of a rambling traveling kind of poem. It might not make as much sense to someone outside of my head… but it was really a lot of fun!
So really this time…
Led by anticipation and whatever smells new
Intent on seeing things through a different hue
When the colors tint and shift and fade
The light shines through webs and tangles
that deserve to be noticed,
Romanticized by a passerby.
With each step and a quick catch of breath,
pausing to glance back,
the realization hits me
that as lovely as the image
of what was planned might be,
It’s just not yet for me.
So we keep moving down the path we’re on
led by the steps and spurred on
by the occasional sweet jaunt of blissful contentment.
Holding the small blooming in my heart
amongst shadows and light.
Rekindling that firey red inside
and the violet blue that was and
(I’m finding) still is my creativity.
Stopping to play along the way
Because isn’t that what we say
that we’re missing most days?
A moment to contemplate
the clash of free thinking schemes
with the big shuttered house dreams.
And realizing that maybe its not a conflict to be solved.
That maybe its the juxtaposition that creates the beauty.
That not only have the white picket fences learned to live with and be enlivened by wildflowers,
but also that the wildflowers are enhanced and supported by that white picket fence.
Ah, the crossroads we come to,
the hidden rainbows we’ve climbed.
The ease we find after redesigning the stories in our mind.
The alluring and reassuring play of colors right above
the path that leads to home.