Sitting on a bench in my favorite tiny woods, I heard the twigs crack in an uneven rhythm and expected to see a chipmunk hop and scurry past. Instead, I turned into a gaze of intention, steady and unwavering, which made me question my intentions. I was used to being the one who watches to determine when it might be safe to stay, or to go. I barely took a breath, moving with caution to snap a photo of her in the wild. I wondered if this would break her focus. But she was direct, she would not be moved. Not by fear or by doubt or by question. Not until she so desired. I admired such character and her willingness to sit with me in my own moment of doubt. I had questions for her then, but her eyes fluttered as if to say, This isn’t the time. It’s simple trust. Her expression relaxed, and so did I.
Quotables: In a walking life, time slows down.
“When we walk, time slows down, and our multitasking brains rest and reconnect with our creative selves. When we walk, we become something we’ve forgotten during centuries of technological revolution and the race to make our lives ever more efficient and productive–we become more human.”
~ from “The First Step” of A Walking Life by Antonia Malchik