Our Only World

In his essay collection Our Only World, Wendell Berry writes of the "deserted country" that results from farmers displaced by progress, whether it be Big Coal or industrial machinery and chemicals.

The result is an emptiness most modern people think normal because they've never known it any other way. But Berry, who is 85, remembers a richer, fuller, more peopled countryside. A countryside that included farmers who "walk don't run," Berry writes.

"The gait most congenial to agrarian thought and sensibility is walking. It is the gait best suited to paying attention, most conservative of land and equipment, and most permissive of stopping to look or think. Machines, companies, and politicians 'run.' Farmers studying their fields travel at a walk."

It's one of the reasons I walk, too, because it is the gait "best suited to paying attention." And though the remnants of a once-rich countryside lie ruined all around me, suburban neighborhoods named for the farms they've displaced, there is a point to walking even here.

Because when we walk, we feel just a little more like we belong. And when we feel just a little more like we belong ... we care a lot more about the place we live.