Tag: walking

  • 394

    Dusk is falling over the prairie and what wild colours and tranquility ensue. Overcome with peace and gratitude, seeking now nothing further have I crossed as far as I mean this fine evening, and will lie here to the Earth with the rarefied equanimity of the occasion. Travellers know this, too, the stars; that tomorrows […]

  • 389: To the light

    A man enters a valley such as this, and at last he is quiet. All of his grandeur immediately and rightly disperses into nothingness. A most natural and healthy state is surely quickened to the light.

  • 379

    It’s so quiet up here, and peaceful. How very little most of what I’ve been concerned with actually reaches me. How much I’ve taken for granted.

  • 343

    If I should wince from hint of the mechanical in life, am I not still under some influence of automation?

  • 309: Patagonia part 4

    No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]

  • 301

    He who uses well his time and enjoys his work, sees little value in vacation. A man, in this sense, can save his day with a walk.

  • 300: Reason

    Be content. If you can still wish upon thee a rain of blessings, which you do. Enjoy what is free and unimpeded. Warm sunshine and a cool breeze. Flowers by the road. The grass beneath your feet and a white clouds lull. The might of Reason. Be satisfied.

  • 299: Entry point

    A gentle wind reminds the heart of its wings, and by degrees draws an idle travellers musings again to contemplate the horizon.

  • 254

    What a change is wrought in 26 weeks. Days even. Why, this very morning had I broken anew and forfeited my humour in a moment drunk with ignorance, to recover again my strength before the sun had set.

  • 239: Further, it seems forever

    It’s a curious thing from afar, to watch someone seemingly walking for walkings sake. By a roadside particularly, while traffic zooms by and with no enjoyable landscapes to canoe the warped and furious human musings. They are making as little ground as ever, almost entirely static and in the grandest system of things as the […]