I hadn’t really thought about the quiet of my walks until Barbara left me a comment about the video I posted yesterday, A Walk in the Woods.
“Thank you for the silence on this lovely walk.” Barbara wrote, “I cherish being quiet and I miss my walks”.
The silence comes not from the woods, which is full of sound, but from me. And when Barbara wrote “I cherish being quiet” I realized that I do too. I rarely utter a word on my walks in the woods, but I never thought about how much not talking is a part of my walks.
There are times when my mind is as noisy as the spoken word, but if I walk long enough it always quiets. Then I’m left to just see what’s in front of me, without judgement or expectation.
This morning was unusually warm, with a bright sun and blue sky. I didn’t go far, just walked within the borders of our property, which is defined by stone walls on two sides and power lines on the third. I was sitting on a rock when a text came through from Jon. “I’m walking on McMillan Road”.
I had spent enough time alone, so Fate and I stepped over the stone wall into our neighbors old farm pasture which also borders McMillan Road. It was sweet to see Jon and Red walking up the road towards us. And a lovely way to end my time in the woods.