Today’s walk was by far the earliest, and the longest, of the week-plus streak.

Right at the start, I saw the sign, a sign that actually encouraged trespassing. “Recreation Area Entrance”, is how it read precisely. So that was nice.

There was an Unexpected Meadow in the middle of the fresh tierra too.

After a long time the floodwall ended itself and the next attraction was a wash, an arroyo. I went down into it trying to find a way over to the truckstop. For water, I said, but really I was beginning to need a bathroom for something other than a casual leak.

I didn’t find a way up out of the wash in time. Instead there was an epic flood. From my guts.

It looked like a big old coiled rattler when I got done.

I sacrificed my underwear because there wasn’t anything else to wipe up with.

I felt so much better after, and right away I came across those lovely flowers, and then the other sign, the carefully done handmade one that made me laugh as soon as I saw it.

All of these things made me feel as though I was on the right path.

It was an effort to get all that way back home to the ranch, back2theBase, but I accomplished that too and I still feel that way.

Is there more going on here than ‘good diet and exercise’, or is it just that these things really do matter more than they ever taught me?

I don’t think I ever saw anybody in my natal home exercise even once, and of course we ate whatever we could lay our hands on.

Also, some bills never did get paid back then. But somehow I learned much earlier what a terrible idea that was.

Some of those bills are still not being paid.

But that’s not the case in this house, where I am responsible for seeing that they do.

On time.

Every time.

Just as with the state of my bodymind, only I’m just starting to wake up to that fact, and smell the … flowers.