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