When I walk, I like to listen to audiobooks, especially when I can find books about walking or exploring. I recently finished this book and have been thinking about it a lot. It begins:
”One day, my grandmother was no longer able to walk. That was the day she died.”
The author goes on to talk about how not being able to walk defeated his grandmother and compromised her health. At the same time, he had a young child at home who was just learning to walk. He quotes from a poem by Pablo Neruda;
He writes about his walking adventures and how sometimes he was walking toward something while other times he was hoping to walk away. It really is a good audio book (good enough that I checked out the ebook to revisit the words).
I think you all know how I feel about walking. I remember how much dad rebelled against the wheelchair. He knew that if he gave in, he would never get out. And he was right. The longer he was in the chair, the more strength he lost. But he didn’t stop fighting.
So, to help me celebrate walking, I have created a little book (3×5) to record the details of my walks. I am hoping that this project will help me pay more attention to the gift of walking.