Walking can be a joyful experience; bubbles of extraordinary contained within the ordinary of everyday walks. When was the last time you took pause to notice one of those small moments that brings such richness to life?
Shoes on, door open, slide back the ceiling to reveal the magic of the outdoors.
Even if only for a walk around your neighborhood. Nature is alive and perfect company. Birds are busy, flitting here, chirping there (have you ever witnessed two tiny birds chasing and screaming at a hawk?). What about the riotous colors, shapes and fragrances of plants and flowers (yes, we can dream of spring). Or the first snowfall that is so quiet, gentle and soft.
If you were inside exercising or on a treadmill, you might be thinking, “When am I going to be done? I’m so bored.” But if you were out for a walk, you’d be deep into the weave of it, living and breathing that fragment of day; caught up in that indescribably delicious space between sunset and dark.
The action of walking is different for each of us. A woman in a wheelchair came alive as she excitedly told about meeting a woman friend for a “walk” uptown. “We strolled around the town looking in shop windows, talking to people, having a bite to eat at a restaurant. It was just lovely.”