"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
Over the weekend, with family visiting, I've been reminded of this all over again, how naturally one falls into the rhythm of common footfall and how naturally this footfall lends itself to the exchange of words, thoughts, confidences.
Although I'm usually a solo walker, and happily so, I don't mind being reminded there's another way.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
5:29 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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