I love to walk. It is good for the thinking mind. I remember reading that Virginia Woolf would take long walks in the afternoon after writing. And the Bronte sisters walked around and around their dining table for exercise.
I feel like I am churning through problems when I walk even if no specific problem solving answers arise. The pound of the feet on the pavement. The observing of the landscape close up. The sense of community with other walkers. I'm a hermit, so it is good for me to get out of the confines of my four walls. When I walk up to the town's center I can sit on a park bench, go to the library or stop in at Harwich Central Cafe and feel a part of the larger world, small though this larger world is.
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I, too, love to walk and love to let my thoughts ramble around as I do so. I think moving around helps our mind move through things. It may not be true, but I'm sticking to it ;-)
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