journal features

walking in the sun

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Kawasaki, 2020.03.15

Today I walked for about 4.5 hours. First I went back to everyone's favorite gully to pick up some storage things and groceries. I returned by about noon and decided to have a nap. I then woke at 13:30 and decided there was still more cruft I needed for the apartment. But it was sunny and if not exactly warm then at least not too windy. So I decided to walk around a very large cemetery that's been built atop a hill across the valley. I walked all over it, even descending an unmarked (but paved!) trail from the lower half into a gorge and across to the upper half.

Then I went and did more housewares shopping. I even found a lint roll thing for the dark pants that I washed with two new and very cheaply made towels. D'oh!

I can't find peanut butter anywhere.

rand()m quote

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

—John Gardner