I spend an excess of time walking. And not for a purpose of gain. Just. Walking.
I think about it a lot, but in odd ways, like how can I walk along every street in my neighborhood without retracing my steps – left from my house, then right, left, left, left, right. Sometimes, when I’m walking through the park near my house, I’ll see if I can notice something different each time I make the loop around the park. A tall tree, a strangely patterned leaf, the way the lake is moving or still. I tell myself stories when I walk. Sometimes, the stories about the faeries that are playing in the leaves, or fanfictions of ships that I wish could be, or brainstorming the continuation of the novel I’m working on. I’m always talking as I walk. Unless I’m singing. But, I’m usually talking. Talking and walking and examining the world around me.
I love going hiking. Seeing everything that is just beyond the world presented to me in the suburbs. Trees that are just a bit freer. Rocks that are just a bit larger. Lakes that are just a bit more untouched. Walking through the woods and pausing to listen to how loud it is. It occurred to me at one point, that people consider nature to be silent. When told to spend some time in silence, people drift to nature first. But I think it’s just different. Bird song, and wind, and trees, and critters large to small all coexisting is far from silent, but it’s not sound that we think about.
As a whole, people are good at tuning sounds out. The sounds of cars, and lights, and computers, and the vaguely muffled conversation happening two rooms over. So nature, made of odd chirps and small snaps seems very silent. Less jarring. Different.
I walk to remember what sound is.
- Colin Jon d.
Here at BeguineAgain.com, we will focus on things related to the climate throughout the week as it leads to the People’s Climate March on September 21st.