our daily walk

Sunday, November 8, 2009

A noon walk on Memorial Bluff. Ryan brought a tennis ball along and bounced it on the wooded trail's hard packed earth. The leaves are either brown and lining the trails, or still lingering green. Collected acorns rattled in my bag against my hip.

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Each step we take creates a cool breeze, refreshing our body and mind. Every step makes a flower bloom under our feet.
- Thich Nhat Hahn

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.
- Walt Whitman

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes but in seeing with new eyes.
- Marcel Proust

The rhythm of walking generates a kind of rhythm of thinking, and the passage through a landscape echoes or stimulates the passage through a series of thoughts. This creates an odd consonance between internal and external passage, one that suggests that the mind is also a landscape of sorts and that walking is one way to traverse it. A new thought often seems like a feature of the landscape that was there all along, as though thinking were traveling rather than making.
- Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

Sunday, November 8, 2009

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