Many of you I have walked with, some briefly and others continuously. It seems the best way at times to get you to talk with me and I listen with great interest. Walking and Talking, the talking of course need not be by mouth as hands, thought or manipulating the environment works just as well.

I do come as myself since myself is whatever it needs to be. I may speak or I may not listening is guaranteed.

Walks through the neighbourhood, a park, a beach, a desert, a fancy yacht, a shelter, an encampment, a condominium, through the snow, your dreams, hoofing through the city at 1am then back home by 6am for work/school or we can just pace back and forth a few metres. Whatever works.

It’s much easier when you share openly. Like a parent who’s child is clearly upset should they look through their childs diary/journal for an idea of what’s wrong? When is that appropriate, there are times when it is.

What if there is no need to pry into such personal items of a loved one when all the information is seeping through through their body, words, memories and thoughts clearly visible to the eye and the feelings, smell and tastes to go with it. To know you is to love you.

How do you let someone know that’s what you see, that you see their garbled concerns or even lack thereof without it seeming you have intruded on their privacy. You get them to talk, you walk, you create the environment for them to open.

Walk it like I talk it.

Do you want to walk with me? Figuratively that is since these days I want to take it easy but share with me what I already have seen but need context to understand and let’s see what can be done.

Just keep the lights on, keep the fridge full, keep the accounts stacked and buy and grow local but taste internationally and intergalactically.

Regards,

Alexander/Zenchi