Walt Whitman recognized the "the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls"; Whitman realized that we're all traveling to some invisible destination, our elbows perpetually brushing with those of our fellows. Walking like life is an accidental art: we practice it well or poorly without even trying or realizing. Both Walking and Art are pursuits to which we should devote our First Fridays, our Last Fridays, and all our Fridays and other days in between. It is a great art to saunter, you see, and the world needs everyone to take artful, joyous heed of their every step.
In his journal, Henry David Thoreau noted that "It is a great art to saunter." In in his essay "Walking," Thoreau laments that he has "met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks, who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering."
I think of Thoreau's essay when I walk my dogs. For when you are behind a leash, you often saunter. Like my dogs, I feel upbeat when meeting other dogs, walkers or people strolling around.
Lorianne Shaub -- "Art Walk"
Euan Semple -- "Step by Step"
Posted by Bernie Goldbach. x_ref101tt
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