1 January ~ 2020

The one thing that has always made me feel like I am living an authentic life is to take the dogs out walking on the Greenbelt, to witness up close the beauty of each day, the gradual changes of the seasons. I invariably come back home in a good mood, shaking whatever negative thoughts might have been following me that day.

It’s easy to believe that me and the borders encounter good spirits or angels, whatever you want to call them, as we walk along the river, beside the cattail marshes, and beneath the cottonwoods.

2020 is in the middle of the fourth decade that I have been walking the Greenbelt.