Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time. Steven Wright
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it. Rumi
Walking is the best possible exercise. Habituate yourself to walk very far. Thomas Jefferson
My backpack is sitting in the front hall, and my ride to the airport will be here in five minutes. I want to write volumes. I want to tell you how much I love walking, how my father was a walker and a whistler, how he walked and whistled and I held his hand and I walked with him. I want to tell you how I didn’t drive until I was twenty-five, how I walked myself to work and play through those young adult years in Ann Arbor, how I still walk on stone walls, balancing myself like I did when I was five, how I write poems when I walk and inspiration rises out of the blue or with the wind or, if I’m walking on a beach, sailing in on the wavy froth. I want to tell you how I love walking and I’m infinitely grateful for the strength and stamina and health to do so, how this year, a year that I knew would be one of inner gardening, one of planting seeds of health in the spring and allowing them to grow in the summer and reaping the harvest in the fall. That is what I want to tell you in the minute remaining before my friend picks me up and drives me to the airport, that I am in a season of harvest, brimming over with gratitude and a cornucopia of appreciations. And I want to tell you that I have packed my walking shoes, my barefoot runners, and am ready for the slow steady long walk through this month. I am flying to Portugal with my friend Mary and we are walking our way to Santiago, Spain, on a holy trail, a pilgrimage trail, the Portuguese Camino. And I want to tell you that I carry you all with me, that I will soak into my bones the ways that I have been supported and loved and the ways that I have loved. And that’s what I really want to tell you, that I am filled with love as my friend rings my door bell and I step out into the month of walking.