Am recognizing I don’t walk the way I used to – those long meditative strolls through Bolton Hill, Owings Mills, the North End of Manchester, or around the hill or along the irrigation canal. Maybe some of it is a lack of leisure time or a heightened sense of focus on other projects or just having my own estate to explore. One or all or in-between.
But Kurt, the long-distance runner, has become the mountain hiker instead.
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The above notes came from perhaps 20 years ago.
What I see now is that many of those walks were to work out nervous jitters.
These days I’m far more content to just sit.
And, I hate to add, I’m slower now, too.
Jnana's Red Barn 