I have been searching for more books about walking and I found the three above at my library. I started reading Rain: Four walks in English weather and it is quite good. They are all small books and have peeked my interest about why we walk. Yesterday, I made myself stop at the midway point on my walk to sit on a bench and just look around.
Mom and I used to walk. We had a short route and a slow pace. It took me awhile to get used to this kind of walking. But then I started to notice things, things I could point out to mom, things that might spark memories. There were buds on the plum tree this day. I remember that mom talked about the gardener her family had when she was young. Frank mowed the lawn and pruned the trees and took care of the flower beds. Frank and his wife also had a farm. Mom and her siblings loved going out to the farm to play with the rabbits and feed the chickens. As I was sitting on that bench yesterday, I thought about all the memories connected to that part of the trail, that view. I even remember when they installed that bench. Slowing down isn’t always easy for me but I hope to make this kind of walking, wandering, and remembering a regular routine.