My husband and I were on a walk mid afternoon, last week. I am not a day walker, I love walking in the early morning when the temperature is a little cooler, especially in summer. Mosquitos hopefully are not awake yet, or at least, the bug spray I use is working. But, this was an impromptu trek, along with other errands we were running that day.
We noticed that the landscaping that had been put in place in the athletic park was growing and enhancing the native foliage already in place. Recent rains had made the grass of the soccer field and baseball field lush and dense. Wire fences that designated property lines between the public space and private property are barely visible, because the woods pressing past this disappearing barrier into the strategically arranged evergreens and plants. The past, ever-present.
This last year and a half is a lot like the woods that the park’s fence attempts to hold in place. It has been advancing into my present. I sense a hyper-vigilance, as if the message may impede forward progress. But something about the walk I took that day, I can’t say if it was the symbolism of the path, if it was the comfort of my husband’s presence, but I no longer felt the anxiousness for the incomplete writings, for the job search still on-going, for the “loose ends” to be tied. I am where I need to be, pressing forward.