She walks often, almost daily, takes a well-known path through an open park, then a tree-lined street back to her home. She walks through every season; she greets their temperaments.
She is attentive to what comes as she walks: the greens and blues, the blades and blossoms, rising, opening, closing, disappearing, making every walk, despite its regular route, unique.
She returns to her many commitments, she has family, and friends. Her relationships are bread and wine to her. She gives of herself, readily, but like the broad banks of a quiet river, she keeps good boundaries.