Two squirrels bickering in the trees. Crows upon crows. Downtown, the rhythm of a train. In the treetops, remnants of summer's nests. Dogs burying their noses in dried hydrangea.
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Namaste! My daily walk is an opportunity to find peace, to find calm, to meditate with movement. It is an opportunity for me to observe the world, to notice, to keep field notes. It's a 365 project with a focus. It's a time for me to remove the word "chore" in walking the dogs or finding time to exercise and instead, use it as time inside myself: to breathe, to breathe. To breathe.
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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
- 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
3 comments:
sorry, unfortunate spelling error...So, what I was saying was this:
I like succinct poems, your posts are like poems. Nice.
Thank you! :)
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