I’m reading Pride and Prejudice.
Not as fast as I’d like to, mind you. It’s the kind of book I could easily devour in one long session, with a pot of tea and a few pillows strategically arranged on the couch.
But there are all these kids that keep asking for dinner and such.
One of the things that struck me was how often the characters go out walking. Once Elizabeth even walked for several miles, one way, to go check on her sister who was visiting friends and had come down with a cold.
The beauty of this simple habit struck me.
Then I read Leo Babauta’s ebook Focus. The chapter on “How to Take a Walking Vacation” also got me to thinking. (You can download the book for free.)
I already walk every day, but just around my neighborhood. A couple of years ago, I lived in an urban area. I could walk to hot spots and restaurants, the Post Office, the grocery store, the park. And we often did. I LOVED it. Now? Not so much.
I started thinking about places I go that might be close enough to walk to.
Oh wait. What about the library? According to my phone, it’s only 1.3 miles from my front door. That’s less than 3 miles, round trip. And there are nice wide sidewalks the whole way there and back.
It was a lovely, perfect November morning. Look at that sky.
We crossed a bridge over the Chattahoochee River. Something you can’t see when you’re driving over it.
We discussed whether the birds we saw circling overhead were hawks, getting ready to divebomb for a meal, or some kind of carrion bird, looking for roadkill.
We passed another walker, on her way to the bus stop. A biker, with the same destination. I reflected on how fortunate I am to have the choice of walking. I have a car that can shield me from inclement weather. And I don’t have to rely on public transportation. That’s a true blessing.
Walking is really a mindfulness meditation, isn’t it?
We decided to do this walk once a week for our library trip. Driving somewhere that is a mile away seems silly now.
Do you have any places you can walk to?