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The Journey Continues

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Realman

My husband is taking serious some advice he received from a friend of his and is walking every morning. I am joining him for my own health and to stay motivated.
What has surprised me, is our early morning walk has become out time to talk out something that has happened, our fund raiser project, his thoughts about his group sessions, and similar subjects.

Yesterday, he made a comment about one of his young veterans in the group my husband volunteers in. The young man was confrontational. My husband recounted how he addressed the young veteran in his “real man” voice, rather than his “politically correct” voice. Because my husband has PTSD, he can get agitated by some behavior and has to talk himself into not being blunt in responding.

What I took away from this conversation, was how adept has become in critiquing himself, and more measured in his response, no matter what “mode” he uses. What I am also taking away from this conversation, is “Real Man”. That is his new “tag” in my posts, because it not only fits him to a “T”, it is distinct in origin…via the Real Man!