George and Clarence and you (reprise)
I take a lot of walks, particularly during challenging periods like this past week. Between predictable December stress and unpredictable, incomprehensible headlines, I make time for significant doses of fresh air. Yesterday, my kids and I escaped to a local pond, sped around it a couple times, then stopped to catch our breath. I wasn’t angry, but I suddenly felt the urge to throw a few rocks, to toss weighty emotions into the deep. To my slightly befuddled kids, this was the coolest idea I’d ever had. Before you could say “green bean casserole” they’d picked up their stones. We hurled them out over the pond and watched its stillness erupt into countless ripples.