The Last Walk

This morning, I took my last walk before I leave. Tomorrow, I have my last Spanish lesson, and I have a little work to finish. After that, I'll be spending time doing some yoga for stretching, some meditation for mental preparation, and some final packing. But, I think I got most of that done today. I just have to decide which Spanish notes I'm going to pack, along with my dictionary, and my little Spanish reading book, which is a great little compact, comprehensive overview of Spanish. I'll be reading that on the plane.
I had moonlight on my walk this morning. The moon is waning from full, but there was still enough light to give me two shadows--one from the moon, and one from the streetlights that are still on at 5:30 in the morning. I kept hearing Cat Stevens' "Moonshadow" in my head. Today, I stopped for a little bit in Bessemer Park (see page 9 of the attached article), and enjoyed the fountain and the statue of the steelworker there. I had not seen that little area before. It's a pretty nice little historic space. The neighborhood where I live is called "Bessemer" and I found out from reading the plaque on the fountain that Sir Henry Bessemer was the inventor of a steel making process, and hence the name of the neighborhood popped up because it was close to the steel mill. Learn something new every day, even in your own back yard.
After that it was work, and errands, and trying to get to see friends who want to connect before I leave. Then the packing and repacking, and tossing out of extraneous stuff. I really do think I have it now, feeling pretty good!
Then, dinner with G. and lots of good talk. I am ready. It's time for me to do this or shut up for good. So, I'm gonna do it. Try real hard to have no expectations other than to be open to whatever the good universe wants to drop on me. All things considered, the first 50 years haven't been so bad. I think this is an auspicious way to start off the next 50!
Blessings of the road,
CroneWalker

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