Natalie Goldberg first told me about slow walks in her book on writing called Thunder and Lightning. Slow walking is just that: walking slower than you think you should. She does it to train herself to pay attention, and she does it to distract herself and fuel herself for writing. I use this:
Today I decided to go for a slow walk. The only other times I can think of when I walked slowly are when I was a bridesmaid two years ago and when I grew up shadow shopping with my mom. Every time I stopped and started walking again today I had to remind myself: no. Walk slow.
I stopped frequently because I took a camera along with me. I walked through the park next to the house where I’m staying. It was late afternoon, a beautiful day.
On my way out:
(Thanks in advance for letting me post this, Margie!)
Cats make me walk slowly, sometimes because they run quickly in front of me when they’re hungry. Other times because I just want to watch them. Cats are fascinating. They move slowly then pounce. I want to do that.
I entered the park and I saw this lady dancing in the sky:
I stood for a while on this bridge, imagining salmon.
I made myself sit on this bench.
And a crow joined me.
When I stood up I tripped. I had balanced too long on one foot. I was walking too slow.
I ran home through this clearing to write.