I have now walked fourteen miles with The Iliad and what was
turning into a chore I might have given up on has turned into an hour or so of
deep drama and romantic moments.
My father, wise man that he was, once helped me get through
physics by showing me the way with an English major’s mind. Now that lesson from him comes back to keep
me on the road to health.
And “with a little help from my friends.” I walk, but I also lift weights to try and
tone up my arms as I shed these pounds and that work is made easier by two
things. One are the five pound weights
a dear friend gave to me. Weights that
once toned the arms of a symphony conductor now help me stay on task too. And while I lift these gifts of love I
listen to the music of another friend whose voice and guitar play the sound
track of my journey.
It takes a lot to keep me moving along the Way, but it all
seems to be here if I reach out for it.
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