Walk 38

Walking is what we do best. Me. And my three.

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Roberto, Liz, and Brad

Well, me and Liz, for sure. Roberto occasionally. And Brad, not really. But on this day, this past Sunday, we walked. Together. Up some hills. And on the shore of Pacific Palisades. A beach town in California.

You see, I found this great book, 10,000 STEPS A DAY IN L.A. by Paul Haddad, so we decided to take ‘A Stroll for the Soul’.

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I parked up a hill, about half way, then we walked down the hill, turned left, and walked in the opposite direction of the beach. We headed to the Self-Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine. Oh, boy, what a beautiful, serene setting. You’d never know we were surrounded¬† by people people everywhere. All the greenery, the tall trees, blocked the outside activity, and provided the perfect spot to,¬†seriously, self-reflect.

After balancing our minds, we walked back toward the beach, across Pacific Coast Highway, admiring the magnificent view. The ocean blue.

Nothing is better than walking while spending time with my kids. Kids who are not kids, but adults. Adults who enjoy the outside world. Like I do.

 

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Rudy’s angry.

At Brad.

Because his room is a mess.

Again.

As usual.

Rudy’s shoulders are hunched.

His chest puffed with air.

Arms lifted off the sides of his body.

His face scowling.

His feet stomping.

He stands tall, threatening, intimidating.

Brad lifts himself off his bed.

Plants his feet firmly on his bedroom floor.

Stands toe-to-toe with Rudy.

And looks his dad in the eyes.

Surprised, Rudy has nothing to say.

Doesn’t respond.

Is taken aback by the fact that his son is no longer a little boy.

A boy that needs to be told what to do.

No.

No more.

Rudy stomps his heavy feet out of the room.

Brad feels validated.

In control.