“To learn something new, take the path today that you took yesterday” wrote naturalist John Burroughs. In The Magic of Walking (Simon and Schuster 1980) Aaron Sussman and Ruth Goode agreed: “Even the same walk, the one we may take every day, is never the same from one day to another.”
Of course they aren’t: Weather changes. Seasons change. I change.
I have two regular walks. One is in the country where I live and where I regularly encounter deer, turkey and some early morning golfers. The other is on the streets of the small town where I grew up and where I like to walk the old neighborhoods filled with the old memories.
I can relax in my familiar paths, which makes it easier to think and pray and plan and remember. That said, I’m always up for a surprise.
Tomorrow’s blog.
2 thoughts on “Walk a Familiar Path”
Enjoy reading the blog. I can relate to the old brick streets and uneven sidewalks in our old hometown. Three former walkers I vividly remember: Marion Higdon’s father, “old man Higdon” had a real square wooden leg that made a distinctive sound as he walked daily around town. Dr Findley, walked every afternoon to the old, downtown Post Office with his two boys. One was usually on a long leather leash so he didn’t run away. And last, Dr. John Kahler, the History Professor at WT. After dark he wore a light similar to the kind miners so he could read in the dark as he walked. Poor soul, fell off the curb and broke his leg. Didn’t stop him though. He continued his daily routine in a wheelchair until he regained the use of his leg.
You reflect a similar determination and discipline like the three aforementioned characters.
Thanks for taking us along for the journey.
Shug, Always enjoy your memories of Canyon. You have a photographic mind!