I have from the library “The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot” by Robert MacFarlane, which I haven’t read yet. He travels around the British Isles and some places overseas.
And Rebecca Solnit, whom I admire, has written “Wanderlust: A History of Walking.” Who knows when I’ll get to that.
Walking in the forests around my home in Truckee was an exercise in recalibrating my rhythm. The beat of my boots on the earth in tempo. Thoughts of bears or lions. Hearing squirrels chatter with indignation as I passed beneath their trees. I had many an epiphany while walking. One day when I was due to go to work in the library, I felt something snap in my chest. I sat down and recalled yet another time the heated brow-beating I'd received from my boss about something she misunderstood but refused to hear my explanation. "You're not a team player!" she screamed at me. I sat on that rock, listening to her voice again and again. I got up to finish walking home, picked up the phone and told them I wouldn't be coming in to work .. ever again. Such is the power of walking. It recalibrates your rhythm.
I read The Salt Path after seeing it recommended by Cheryl Strayed. Loved it. It made me want to go walking for days on end, too.
I have from the library “The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot” by Robert MacFarlane, which I haven’t read yet. He travels around the British Isles and some places overseas.
And Rebecca Solnit, whom I admire, has written “Wanderlust: A History of Walking.” Who knows when I’ll get to that.
Walking in the forests around my home in Truckee was an exercise in recalibrating my rhythm. The beat of my boots on the earth in tempo. Thoughts of bears or lions. Hearing squirrels chatter with indignation as I passed beneath their trees. I had many an epiphany while walking. One day when I was due to go to work in the library, I felt something snap in my chest. I sat down and recalled yet another time the heated brow-beating I'd received from my boss about something she misunderstood but refused to hear my explanation. "You're not a team player!" she screamed at me. I sat on that rock, listening to her voice again and again. I got up to finish walking home, picked up the phone and told them I wouldn't be coming in to work .. ever again. Such is the power of walking. It recalibrates your rhythm.