This is my second last session with the Walk ‘n Talk group of the Health and Wellness Hub and as usual, I see them returning to the Pat Cullinan Centre from the walk to Strathclyde Park as I walk up from my bus stop. I was asked by a few people if I had been walking with them? I say no, but I’d love to! So I intend or should I say Hope – to meet up with them at 10 o’clock on Thursday 30th which will be our last session for now.
Being the summer, the group members have had days away, holidays and other commitments- but that is fine, we had a small, but perfectly formed group today!
Yet again, I am struck by their friendliness, their warmth to each other, and to me. And again, they are in the news! The Motherwell Times did a two page spread on the community learning successes that includes the Walk n Talk group. This group is part of a Discovery programme for people over 50s and the Paths For All . We talked about following on from this Wee Read group with Lapidus Scotland training for anyone in the group who wants to take a shot at being a facilitator for reading and writing. I was delighted that I have at least one volunteer to do this!
The Motherwell Times spread with photos of some of the group proudly smiling at the Discovery Awards. See The Motherwell Times for details here “The Walk and Talk Group were recognised for their enthusiasm and commitment to improving the health and wellbeing of local residents through managing the weekly health walk.”
Today we did something different, we wrote up some of our lines onto one of the white boards and here are some of the lines inspired by Emily Dickinson’s poem, ‘Hope Is the thing with feathers’. We had talked about what we would hope for…here are our Lines of Hope:
Birds sing even when the weather is bad, we should sing then too.
Hope springs eternal.
There has been a time in my life when all I had was hope. It was the light at the end of the tunnel.When I had hope, I had everything.
I hope for light on the chillest day.
I would hope for health for my family… and that the senseless wars end.
Like a wee flower opening up…
Flowers are my life.
I am looking forward with a tinge of sadness, to our last session this summer. Let’s see what we can write on the board then!!