I don’t have much advice to offer that’s worth a damn but I do know this:
Never once have I taken a walk and regretted it.
Whether there’s too much noise in my brain or too much quiet in my heart, “ole-reliable” is the sway of sycamore branches and the bite of acorns underfoot to cure the ache. There’s the chorus of the dogs punching through the brush, tails thumping against my legs when they allow me to catch up, their noses low to the ground and eager. There’s beaten trails and tracks and the quiet echoes of wildlife breathing their daily commune into the soil. There’s the wind off the river and seconds worth of the best, pure silence I’ve experienced.