Today’s Walk: A Quiet Dawn

Elizabeth MarroSunday Sentence, Today's Walk, Walking: Dispatches From The Journey2 Comments

“I haven’t got any special religion this morning.  My God is the God of Walkers.” –   Bruce Chatwin, In Patagonia

Sunday morning. The mist so thick I woke to the sound of water dripping from the edge of the roof outside my window. I went out to watch a “Super Moon” descend and the morning slowly claim the sky.

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I’ve been walking for well over a year now, not every day and not always as far as I would like, but it is now part of me. I look for that moment each day when I can get outside, get my feet moving, let the thoughts in my head go for a while. Walking has become as important to my writing as sitting in the chair.

Along the way, I usually find at least one thing that catches my eye or snags my attention and sometimes I just want to share it as I find it. No long essay. No attempt to make meaning other than what is right there. If the moment captured is not from the day I post, it means I have been casting back in my memory and photo records of my walks and unearthed a nugget I think you’ll like. I invite you to comment and share your own photos of “Todays Walk.” You can  post here or join me @EGMarro #todayswalk on Instagram, or on Twitter or Facebook.

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Elizabeth Marro

Elizabeth Marro is the author of the novel, Casualties, the story of a defense executive who loses her son just when she thought he was safely home from war. Now, she must face the painful truth about her past, her choices, the war, and her son.

2 Comments on “Today’s Walk: A Quiet Dawn”

  1. Thank you for taking us along on your lovely walk. I enjoyed all the views, but most of all the solitary bench — I could easily imagine you sitting there soaking up the misty and the sound of the ocean.

  2. And that’s exactly what I did, Kate. A solitary bench at a time when the cliffs are quiet is a wonderful opportunity.

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