![]() ![]() ![]() Something about the mechanical motion of lifting one foot and extending it in front of the other makes it easier to hear the divine whisperings of inspiration. ![]() Thinkers throughout time have been avid walkers, from William Wordsworth (“The act of walking is indivisible from the act of making poetry: one begets the other,” he argued) to Henry David Thoreau (“The moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow,” he wrote in a journal entry dated August 19, 1851). But though walking serves the practical function of getting us from one point to another, it also possesses a profounder power to reinvigorate the mind and replenish the soul. ![]() Ever since we evolved from the quadruped crawling of our toddler years, we’ve been putting one foot in front of the other. Sometimes we stride along the beach joined hand-in-hand with our partner, the coastline melting into a pink-orange sunset other times, we amble through our local park going nowhere in particular still other times, we trek through groves of redwoods and Douglas fir to witness breathtaking panoramic views from the top of a bluff. Is there any occupation as prosaic as walking? We walk from our bed to the kitchen to make our morning coffee, out the front door to go to work, to the corner store to grab groceries. ![]()
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