Walking In From The Wild Side

Updated: Feb 17


Growing up in Germany in the Sixties I was a rebellious teenager. I went against the grain wherever I saw an opportunity. Smoking a pipe while my friends tried out cigarettes, mucking out horse stables when everyone else was on the tennis court, when I couldn’t have a dog as a pet I took other people’s dogs for a run next to my bicycle - and I walked without shoes.


I moved around barefoot whenever I could, and of course, when I wasn’t supposed to. At a High School outing to the famous Berlin Radio station, I was forced to wait outside because I was not shod.


All through those years I never thought about how precious my feet were. I took them for granted, part of my body, and I just used them.


At some point in my life, by then a young mother of two, I became aware that memories could be triggered through the soles of my feet. I felt that through my feet I could remember walking along Muizenberg beach all the while standing on a carpet in a flat in Berlin,

5836 km away. At a later stage in my life, I became a barefoot jogger.


As age advanced, and quite frankly to my utter surprise and dismay, I realised, and finally had to accept that my feet had changed. They are now broader, flatter and with curling toes; still with sensitive, soulful soles, but not easy to use bare.

At the age of 68, walking is done solely in wide shoes that cost a lot of money; and the path I walk along must ideally be flat, even and easy to manage.


As you are getting to know me through these blogs, it won't surprise you that I like walking on my own. Walking for me is setting my own pace, mostly an amble rather than a trot. Walking for me is delighting in my surrounding, looking, seeing and breathing, stopping and speeding up as I feel the urge to at that moment. Walking also includes the occasional singing, laughing, taking pictures and sometimes it includes shouting or crying.


In these latter years of my life, I have moored my lifeboat to the Far South and anchored my soul near Fish Hoek, and I have been lucky enough to meet RezCare.

RezCare has diligently kept up the beach walks in Fish Hoek through the days and months of Covid. Jenny, who leads these walks is a wonderfully kind and compassionate person, a trait of all RezCare companions. As we walk, she adapts her pace to mine and lets me be.


So I’ll amble with her and others on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9 am-10 am on Fish Hoek beach whenever I can. We meet outside the Galley Restaurant and start from there. And perhaps you’ll join us? We could talk about walking, about feet, rebellion and ageing. Or we could say nothing, just breathe.





Ah, and if you want to refresh your memory as to why walking is good for you, or if you want some fodder to motivate Dad to come along, here are some pointers:

· It’s fun

· It’s to be enjoyed - while we can

And

· It’s a fact: walking is just good for body/sole and soul...


See you on the wild ambling side,

Cornelia

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