I saw some clips yesterday of the New England Patriots rally at Foxboro Stadium, just before the team went down to Atlanta to prepare for next week’s Super Bowl game. There was video of Tom Brady addressing the thousands of fans there, shouting over and over through the microphone, “WE’RE STILL HERE! WE’RE STILL HERE!” I was little caught off guard and out of context. “Okay,” I thought, “if you’re still here, then I suggest you get on the bus to the airport so that you can be over there.” Then I realized, now I get what you mean. Don’t be so literal-minded, Mike. And I realized it applied to us as well.
I’ve been taking regular walks in the woods. There’s nothing better than light cardio exercise to help with grief, except perhaps heavy cardio, but that sure makes it harder to relax afterwards. I discovered there’s a beautiful trail that goes from Mount Misery in Lincoln near the Nine Acre part of Concord, all the way up to Walden Pond, skirting the border between Lincoln and Concord with barely any sign of habitation along the way. I’ll often do a five-mile loop around the pond, taking a break in the middle for a dip at my favorite secluded spot along the bank under a big shade tree. I’ll swim around for a bit, then relax, sitting and meditating in the warm shallows with the water up to my neck. It’s therapeutic. One time over the summer, a heron walked by me in the shallows, very slowly with its long thin legs, completely tame and not caring about my presence one bit. Then a couple of yards away, it came to a halt. It waited, completely still. Then almost as quick as a blink, it l
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