Saturday, October 06, 2012

On, In, and Around Mondays: Walking to Love

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I am supposed to be reading The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot, by Robert Macfarlane, to review it for Books & Culture.

So of course I've only gotten as far as chapter one, and instead of continuing to read, I began walking every morning.

Macfarlane's journey began in winter, and he claims you can't go anywhere without walking. I am already in disagreement. You might know why.

It's okay. He could be right, in his way. It doesn't change the fact that I went somewhere without going anywhere. Two things can be right. This is something I had great fun exploring in The Novelist.

Anyway. I began walking every morning, and whereas Macfarlane quotes Emerson, "the ground is all memoranda and signatures," I am noticing that the ground is a cradle for love.

And I, like some kind of wandering mother, have the chance to embrace what the ground is holding out to me, if I want.

One morning, the ground gave me an ivory-coated terrier. This little dog would not move until I came to greet him. I held his face between my hands and looked directly into his melty brown eyes. "I see you," I said to this tiny creature named Tiger. "I am so glad you are saying hello to me."

Another morning, the ground gave me a brown-haired girl, skipping her way to the school bus. She raised an eraser to her nose and sniffed hard. "I love the smell of this eraser!" she shouted to the wind. "I love this eraser!" I gathered her words.

This morning, it was two old men. Jamaican, I think, if I heard their deep, throaty sing-song correctly. "You gonna buy this house?" one of them asked me when I walked by. "Oh, just stretching near the driveway," I replied. "Great house, isn't it?" I added. And he nodded yes and turned back to his friend.

Macfarlane is right about walking. It takes you somewhere.

In my case, I feel like I am mother-walking to love.


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Blogger Donna said...

I really love this post. I love how you embrace everything and how (it seems) that's okay with every part of you.

11:16 AM  
Blogger Diana said...

GORGEOUS, Laura. Thank you so much.

12:44 PM  
Blogger S. Etole said...

Truly beautiful.

12:47 PM  
Blogger Debra said...

Beautiful narrative on gifts from the ground. The ground gave my daughter and I Zeus, a short black dog who, every evening, listened to us sing, “Heaven, I’m in heaven…”

4:32 PM  
Blogger Jody Lee Collins said...

Laura, reading your words is like having a delicious, slow meal and then smacking my lips--a veritable feast. Can food be beautiful AND taste good?

this is/does....

9:15 PM  
Anonymous Diane | An Extraordinary Day said...

I love how you share about your walking 'encounters.' Your words transported me...what a gift.

I love to read your blog. But...when I leave I see stripes. Have you ever given consideration to changing it up to a white much easier on the eyes?

Just recently I started to join the link up. I wish I knew for sure that my link was acceptable...I feel so unworthy to be here.

10:06 AM  
Anonymous kingfisher said...

It amazes me how you can take the mundane, the every day, and make it seem a rare treasure. Love to you today, Laura.

2:24 PM  
Anonymous Alyssa Santos said...

So wonderful. Walking in the fall is the best, but I like the other season's too. Before my broken leg thing, I found God's voice in the rhythm of the stepping. I always returned with ideas, stories, a verse jogged from my memory -- always.

4:34 PM  

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