The Quite Grace of Walking

An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.

Henry David Thoreau

Walking is my one concession to exercise. I’ve tried various classes and gym workouts, but I find them exhausting. Perhaps it’s my French heritage; I’ve heard the French aren’t particularly fond of organized exercise. I do attend a weekly Tai Chi class, though it feels more like meditation than exercise. The practiced movements bring a sense of peace that contrasts sharply with the fast-paced atmosphere of a gym.

We’re fortunate to live near many marvelous parks, which makes walking a pleasure rather than a chore. Each day, I look forward to wandering through lush greenery and observing the wildlife. There, I can unwind and appreciate the simple joy of being outdoors. The fresh air and natural beauty revitalize my spirit, transforming my walks into a cherished ritual that restores my soul

I suppose walking has always come naturally to me. Growing up in a small town, our choices were simple. We walked or rode our bicycles. It never occurred to us to feel deprived—it was simply how life worked. There was no public transportation, and adults were not inclined to chauffeur children from place to place. So we made our own way, happily and without complaint.

Besides the obvious benefit of exercise, walking gives me a chance to slow down and truly notice my surroundings. I see the emerald green of glistening leaves on a spring morning and savor the rich scents and vibrant colors that arrive with autumn. It’s a time to reflect on what’s happening in life and, occasionally, to find answers to nagging problems. You will never convince me that other forms of exercise offer quite the same benefits.

Peace be with you.