The Conference of Bird


Nearly everything I enjoy doing requires me to sit. Whether it be teaching, working with clients in therapy, directing for the stage, playing the piano, reading or writing, I find I spend an enormous amount of time planting myself on the seat of a chair. I do make an effort when I’m writing to take a break once or twice within an hour to stretch, go for a short walk, or give myself a quick rub down. However, it’s not the same as when I take a sizable amount of time out of my day to work out at the gym or go for a long morning walk.

I live in a high desert climate, which means in the heat of the summer mornings are often cool and refreshing. This is my favorite time of day to go for a stroll, because the air is fresh, the traffic is light, and as the sun comes up the birds chirp incessantly. That’s the main difference between an evening walk and a morning walk – the birds. There’s something extra special about nature accompanying me as I march into town to purchase my favorite cup of espresso, and then march again home, my morning libation in hand.

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I’d like to admit that I do this all on my own, but I’m afraid it’s far from the truth. If it wasn’t for my friend knocking lightly on my front door sometime between 5:30 and 6 AM, I would still be in bed till half pass seven. And just to make sure I keep my end of the bargain, I will often go to bed the night before with my walking clothes already partially on. That way all I have to do in the morning is slip on my shoes.

I do walk home from the coffee shop alone, which I love by the way. It gives me time to plan my day, as well as have a silent chat with my Creator. I also visit from time to time with those friends and family members who have already passed and gone on to their heavenly home. During the winter months it’s a little more difficult to get out and about, but when I can, I simply bundle up, walk a little faster, in order a larger cappuccino.


Gwen Overland