I like to take a walk.  I do it frequently.  It tends to clear the mind and lighten the soul.

Apparently, a lot of others like to walk too.  There have been a kajillion songs about it, at least.

I walk the line. (Johnny Cash)
These boots work made for walking. (Nancy Sinatra)
Walk like an Egyptian. (Bangles)
Walking on Sunshine. (Rockers Revenge)
Walk on the Wild Side. (Lou Reed)

Oh… there are a whole-big-bunch more, I’ll tell you.

But back to the actual walk.
It simply feels good, sometimes.  To go off  and find a place of solitude.  To hear nothing but your footsteps.  Or to walk so softly that you don’t even hear them.

To breathe in deep and take in the world.  The world we get to visit for a time.  We are fortunate to walk on its surface.

This type of relaxing walk doesn’t necessarily work if you are in the middle of New York City, and you are stepping over people and dodging  treacherous taxi cab drivers.  The sound of traffic, and horns, and blaring music.  The heat seeping upward from the pavement.  The smell of exhaust and fumes and smog.

Nope.  That kind of walk wouldn’t work… UNLESS… your walk’s intention was to get the best slice of pizza ever.  THEN… it would be beneficial.

But.  If it is low down and easy you are in search of … a walk in the quiet solitude of earth’s gentle hold fits just right.   Every time.

Putting one foot in front of the other.  Beginning.  And before you know it, you are on your journey.  To nowhere.  To everywhere.

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.  —  Friedrich Nietzsche

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.  —  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.  —  John Muir