At breakfast the other day, we got to chuckling over our first car trip after last summers cruise. I thought we were speeding down the road, and so was looking for police cars. You know ...to avoid a speeding ticket. Laura looked over at me and said, "The speed limit is 25 mph."
"I know," I murmured, looking down at the speedometer. It read: 15 mph. No wonder there was a line of cars following us!
Going at a slower pace does help us to notice things. I remember walking our late dog in the rain one evening to see the rain drops making phospheresence circles in the water off the dock. I wouldn't have seen this amazing sight had I not been there, and looking.
"In his essay on the art of walking, Henry David Thoreau described his daily regimen of four-hour walks, a time when he could gather himself, hear the sound of his own heart beating - all the while _sauntering_, as he was fond of calling it, a word, he wrote, "which ... is beautifully derived 'from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre,' to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, ' There goes a Sainte-Terre,' a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander."*
Sauntering, whether walking, or sailing, (or, might we add, driving?) Is then an opportunity for soulful travel.
Blessings on your journeys.
* Cousineau, Phil. _The Art of Pilgrimage_ 104-5.
"I know," I murmured, looking down at the speedometer. It read: 15 mph. No wonder there was a line of cars following us!
Going at a slower pace does help us to notice things. I remember walking our late dog in the rain one evening to see the rain drops making phospheresence circles in the water off the dock. I wouldn't have seen this amazing sight had I not been there, and looking.
"In his essay on the art of walking, Henry David Thoreau described his daily regimen of four-hour walks, a time when he could gather himself, hear the sound of his own heart beating - all the while _sauntering_, as he was fond of calling it, a word, he wrote, "which ... is beautifully derived 'from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre,' to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, ' There goes a Sainte-Terre,' a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander."*
Sauntering, whether walking, or sailing, (or, might we add, driving?) Is then an opportunity for soulful travel.
Blessings on your journeys.
* Cousineau, Phil. _The Art of Pilgrimage_ 104-5.
