I am, as most people are, a creature of habit to some extent. Sure, I have varied routes with different distances when I go walking, but I ALWAYS start the same way.
Out the door, up the driveway, to the left, down the street, and to the left at the road.
Grocery run? Out the door, up the driveway, to the left, down the street, to the left at the road to the store, and turn around.
4 mile? Out the door, up the driveway, to the left, down the street, to the left at the road and then left again at the light at the top of the hill.
10 mile? Out the door, up the driveway, to the left, down the street, to the left at the road, and then right at the light at the top of the hill.
Do you see a pattern?
It’s the same start no matter where I intend to go…and I love that. The stretch of road that lays “to the left” when I leave my street is a familiar one now, and that in itself is beautiful.
What makes it better is that although the treeline is always the seem, the stuff around me changes in a manner that would make a person think the universe was putting on a scavenger hunt!
For a week, there was a very sad looking stuffed purple hedgehog toy abandoned just off the left of the sidewalk.
A few days, the limbs of an unfortunate barbie were scattered along the uphill trek.
Today it was matching hubcaps. One leaned against the crosswalk column and one hidden in the brush a quarter mile down.
It’s nothing earthshaking or even that amazing…I know. People lose stuff all the time.
Still, finding these bits and pieces of urban treasure and never knowing what I might see next brings a sort of excitement to each and every trek outside the front door. I like to think about who lost it and how these objects came to be here.
I wonder if some little girl wept over her lost hedgehog, or if she accepted his flight out of her hands as his wish… I think the same of the Barbie in pieces. What was her name? Was she loved? How did she come to dangle out the car window or fly off the hood… How did she get from a child’s hands to here?
Even more so with the hubcaps. They match, but they’re so far apart. Who changes two tires and forgets the hubcaps? Who would prop one hubcap up and leave the other framed in ivy.
It’s a strange mystery that seems to highlight the often random nature of our lives, even in the most common paths we take.
Even if my walk route changes, the beginning of it doesn’t. Even if the beginning of my walk remains the same, what I see on my way changes daily.
~all the love~