Still winter here, but soft: I went out without a jacket to walk the dogs. I love the evergreens, am grateful for that subtle color, wonder at what wind, what creature, shook loose these needles.
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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
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