"If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk." – Raymond Inmon
Because sometimes, the most meaningful parts of life are not found when we are fully guarded and perfectly prepared.
They are found in those quiet, simple moments when we dare to walk through the world just as we are — uncovered, attentive, and awake.
And then in the early to mid forties she became pole curious. The bravado of youth was fading with the intermittent niggles in her left knee. She started posing questions and watching the mantis-like formation of walkers, passing her out on the track.
The greatest men of our day have been amongst the many thousands fascinated by the endless variety of sticks and crooks. Sir Winston Churchill’s collection may be seen at Chartwell. Every country house has its selection and the Archbishop of Canterbury’s ceremonial staff is a crook. – David Grant and Edward Hart The Scottish CrookmakersContinue reading “The Scottish Crookmakers Association”
By the time you feel thirsty, you are already behind, already running a deficit that your body has been quietly accumulating for the better part of an hour (or day!).
Otway Guides and Shuttle Service is now operational.
Erling combines the thinking of silence and walking and articulates with such clarity.
In the world of stick walking, there is a stick for all occasions. A rabologist is a person who collects, studies, or has a strong passion for walking sticks and canes.
A cause of some consternation for the Order. Slow walking is good for the soul. Perhaps we need a mix of pace. The important thing, is that one is out there moving. The faster you walk, the better for long term health – especially as you age
In the winter of 2011 Nick Hunt embarked on a walk through Europe. In this rich audio production Nick offers his instructions for wayfaring. He succinctly captures some of the mystery of Journey. His work is the core business of the Order. Perge Movere. How to Walk Across Europe – Dark Mountain
Peter Salwen About ten minutes up the southeast slope of Mt. Mansell, on Maine’s Mt. Desert Island, I dart off the trail and poke around among a scattering of fallen red pine saplings. When I find one with a fairly straight trunk, I carefully break off a six-foot section; a stray hunk of granite fromContinue reading “Essay: In praise of walking sticks”
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