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alone & pensive

Yesterday, Sunday, is my normal day for a long run (24 km). I couldn't run due to injury, so I did a 15 km walk. Bob Maynard on ABC Classic FM, played a Haydn aria, based on the poem Solo e Pensoso by Francesco Petrarca.


I contemplated the first few words (which had been read out by Bob) as I trudged along:


Alone and deep in thought
I measure with slow and lingering steps
the deserted fields,
ready to flee if my eyes discern
a human footprint in the sand.

How appropriate.
 
I later found the full poem:


"Solo e Pensoso"

by Francesco Petrarca (1304-1374)

(English translation by William H. Fredlund.)

Alone and deep in thought
I measure with slow and lingering steps
the deserted fields,
ready to flee if my eyes discern
a human footprint in the sand.

No other defense have I,
that will save me from
the knowing glances of mankind,
for in my looks, bereft of joy,
one may read outwardly
how I burn within.

So that now I think
only the mountains and the hillsides,
the streams and forests,
know the temper of my life,
that which is hidden from all men.

Yet no path is so harsh, so savage,
that Love cannot find a way to join me,
and to speak to me,
and for me to respond.

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I've been doing a fair bit of walking today, I guess. Two hours in the dark before breakfast, then 30 minutes with L for a coffee, then another two lots of 30 minutes after that. Nonetheless it surprises me that I've seen three of these today, in quite different places. This one is in a stairwell near the shops:

[smashed egg]

The other two were at the side of different roads, a couple of kilometres apart.

For some reason (probably just built-up aggression) people are throwing eggs at someone or something around where I live. I'm not sure what this is all about, but I wouldn't be surprised if I became a target one day soon. Our car was hit by one when I was out driving about a year ago, but I haven't seen much local egg-throwing evidence until today. Of course it is school holidays now, so there's lots of bored boys around the place.
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The forecast was for rain increasing, and the sky was heavy overhead, but the temperature was a balmy 18 degrees C, that's 5 degrees above normal. I headed off for my pre-breakfast walk with no need for a jacket and consciously leaving my umbrella behind in either an act of faith or a moment of recklessness (are these two the same thing?). Having procured a fruit scone from the San Jose bakery at the other end of town, I turned and headed back to the office. (No sign of rain...yet).

I was suddenly overtaken by a moment of happiness, of rejoicing in the state of the world. I decided to celebrate the feeling by taking a 5-minute detour and walk across the old Pyrmont Bridge over Darling Harbour on the way back.  How lucky I felt, to be living and working in this sort of environment! My phone-camera recorded the view as I crossed the bridge:


[Darling Harbour - Cockle bay]


Probably a major factor in my happiness was the knowledge that breakfast today would be the crust from the Fuel Bakery Fruit & Nut bread. I got back to work without being rained upon, and the crust lived up to the high expectations as I read my latest book: Anita Brookner's Falling Slowly.
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encounters

After I run to work, I wash & change, cook veges for lunch, check email, read LJ blogs & maybe make an entry in my own, and I then go for a 4 km walk, which includes coffee and book reading about half way. On that walk I sometimes see Matthew, a homeless man who begs for money at the Town Hall railway station. I give him a few dollars, knowing that I'm about to spend a few more dollars on myself, without a moment's thought. I haven't seen him much lately - since daylight saving arrived I've been going past his spot an hour earlier than I used to, but presumably he starts and ends his day by the presence or absence of daylight rather than the arbitrary times we allocate.

Anyway, I saw him today so I asked him a bit about where he sleeps and how he was coping with all the wet weather we've been having. What interested me about his answers was his repeated assurance to me that he was OK.  He didn't want me to worry about him.

Maybe we'll develop our relationship further over the next few weeks & months to allow me to understand where his attitudes come from. He's a bit unusual amongst the beggar crowd. A bit less assertive than the guy I met on Tuesday who bowled up to me and asked me to "lend him $10". Yeah, right.

For some reason I look for honesty in people, even in beggars I encounter on the street.