Back in August, I did a few smaller hikes. Little did I realize that the problem would be, not the walking but the recording. I refuse to give up though. Somehow, I will find the time for both despite a busy schedule. I have a country to cross! In this particular hike, I left work and hiked for half my lunch hour in one direction. Then I walked back. Small – but I did it.
You might notice this from the time I walked to Hamilton. This is where I started. This time, I went the other way, choosing the quiet Burlington streets towards Toronto. I had hoped to walk along the water, but that wasn’t a thing. So I turned to the streets.
I really appreciated the city-hike nature of this little adventure. While it wasn’t exactly woodsy, after the “ahem – route verte” of Montreal, pretty streets covered in greenery and nice houses were a real joy to walk by.
It was obvious this was the abode of the wealthy. Some of those lawns… let’s just say I’m glad I never had to mow them. I loved the hanging baskets. How very thoughtful of you, Burlington. Although this wasn’t a long hike, it was part of my journey and so I noticed where I was when I ended. Some day, I’ll get back to that self-same spot.
Now at 17 km. Yay, me!
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Barukh ata Adonay, Eloheynu Melekh ha-olam, asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’zivanu al s’firat haOmer.
Blessed be the Eternal God, Ruler of the universe, who makes us holy through Mitzvot and has commanded us to count the Omer.
Hayom yom shlosh-esrey laOmer shehem shavua ehad ve shisha yammim laOmer.
Today is day thirteen of the Omer, which is one week and six days of the Omer.
Yesod be Gevura – foundation within strength; passion within limits
What is the foundation of my strength? There are passionate days when doing the next thing comes super-easy, but mostly, that sure isn’t it. No, I’d have to say it’s stick-to-it-iveness. Stubbornness. Sheer, stupid, pigheadedness. I just keep doing that stuff. Sometimes it gets me into trouble – doing the wrong thing over and over is very unlikely to lead to good results. Other times, eventually, as I keep banging my head against the same wall, the wall shatters. It’s probably not the best place to find strength in (you wouldn’t believe the headaches one gets banging against that wall) but it is mine. It is Jewish. It’s how we’ve survived as a people, as a culture, as a nation and as a religion. Right or wrong, we keep doing that thing, over and over again.
How do I want to grow in this area? The Omer is a time of growth, after all. I want to explore more and more why certain ways in which I live make it to that “keep doing it” spot, and put more good, loving activities there, and I want to stubbornly, persistently, and with determination keep trying to stop those activities that harm me, even if it means I have to change something.
Today, I will persist in making healthy changes, and I will laugh at the paradox that my life continues to be.