our daily walk

Thursday, November 5, 2009

A quiet morning, full of sun and long shadows. Zephyr still pulls, but Penny hangs back, and I let them both take long snuffles in the decaying leaves. No crows, but still the chatter of a lone squirrel, the whirring engine of a recycling truck.

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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

Thursday, November 5, 2009

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