The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a
land of deep darkness on them light has shined. Isaiah 9:2, NRSV
My walking schedule has been blown apart by short days, cold weather and most of all, ice.
For six months I walked, rain or shine, early or late, but ice and darkness stopped me, and I have not gotten back into a routine. It's not that my training partner has abandoned me; he hasn't. But his walks are happening in daylight hours, and often I am working when he is walking.
I didn't realize until I didn't have it anymore how whole walking made me feel. I thrive on oxygen, and I glide when my endorphins respond to exercise. I'm looking for those feelings elsewhere and not finding them. I am sitting still in the darkness contemplating a cupcake instead of walking.
It was different in the summer. It didn't matter how late I came home from church because walking in the dark was actually attractive, cooler than walking at mid-day. The surfaces beneath our feet were reliable, not covered with a coating of slippery danger.
Those dark walks were actually a light for me, a sign that there was a way out of cupcake contemplation or eternal loginess.
Maybe it was because I walked in darkness that I was able to see the light?