‘And O it is delicious, when the day
In winter's loaded garment keenly blows
And turns her back on sudden falling snows,
To go where gravel pathways creep between
Arches of evergreen that scarce let through
A single feather of the driving storm’
Extract from ‘Winter Walk’ by John Clare
Have you noticed that there are different ways of walking?
There are walks in solitude, when we seem to see and hear the world clearer.
There are chatty walks – those slovenly gossipy ones with friends. There are
walks with little ones, pushing babies along and seeing the world through their
tiny, wide eyes again.
Despite the variation, ironically, what makes walking so
therapeutic is its steadiness. The repeated steps, are like our own heartbeat, bonding
us with the land we walk on. This beat counteracts the chatter in our minds
that we might have set out with. Countless artists have packed up their
troubles and taken them out with them. Julia Cameron wisely asserts that ‘when
we walk out, the sorting process begins’. Our problems and dilemmas ‘keep us
company as we walk’ and we can meditate upon them. Sometimes, a solution can be
found by the time we reach our destination. Other times, we can gain some
distance, clarity or perspective on them.
With a clearer mind, we can get closer to where we are or
maybe it’s the other way round – our surroundings give us that much sought
after clearer mind. We can notice the poetry in the little things. Whether
we’re in the middle of a bustling city or deep in the forest we can find that
joy. No wonder, then, that walking is so associated with spiritual enlightenment.
Each and every walk can become a pilgrimage, a devotion and exploration to the
simple beauty in life. Each and every walk can be an exercise in mindful
gratitude.
This is why I love walking in winter. I notice the tiny
beauties that this much-maligned season offers. Winter has a delicious flavour
to it – frosted lawns, the icy surfaces of ponds cracking and splintering under
the bright, winter sun, and plump, jewel like berries adorning the wet,
glistening bushes and hedges. In winter, life can be found even amongst the
bare and barren. Don’t wait for winter to fade, go out and embrace it with
every footfall.
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