Thursday, June 2, 2011


Walking is good for your health whether it is accomplished on an expensive treadmill with various speeds and levels of difficulty, or on a brisk trip down a tree-lined dirt lane.  I choose the latter because I require the prospect of the unexpected.

On a treadmill, you can trot away in the same location to your favorite tunes, or watch TV and hope your feet don't get confused and launch you backwards.

On a real walk you can see this:

or this:

and this:

and sometimes this:

Sounds of birds, frogs and neighborhood dogs punctuate the stream of thoughts that wash through consciousness once immersed in nature.  It's impossible not to have thoughts.  Today on my walk, I thought about how much I love living things; about the inconsequence of a single life; about the contradiction of death to the proposition of life.  And then I realized that one's own death is an imperceivable state, a sudden midnight with no new dawn, and our bit of time ends but remains part of all of time.  Try that on a treadmill...and then take a real walk.


  1. Delightful photos and wise words. I love the poetic lilt of "birds, frogs and neighborhood dogs"!
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

  2. I see where CBW gets her writing ability. I love reading your posts and like you I love going for a walk/hike in nature. It's good for the soul.

  3. Always such a treat to visit here. Always.