How to walk . . .

How to Walk


We have forgotten how to walk. All we do is go places.

A proper walk doesn’t have a destination. Gwyn Thomas put it this way, “But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.”

Those who truly walk don’t sweat. Lacing up walking shoes during lunch is exercise, not walking. Walking is meandering and kicking stones.

Bad walks reflect what you’re escaping, they’re fast, pushing, even angry. But you can’t stay angry and stroll at the same time.


I’ve fallen out of the habit of walking with leaders. Now I sit and sip, rather than walk. I’ve forgotten that breakthroughs find us on walks.

Nietzsche said, “All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.” But, people who never walk only regurgitate old thoughts.

A walk without stopping isn’t a walk. When you really walk, you stop and gawk. You point. Wonder finds those who know how to walk. The rest of us understand the mechanics. But, we’ve lost the mystery.

“It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.” Ernest Hemingway


I remembered the walk I took with my wife, before her visit with our daughter and grandchildren in Lancaster, PA. She was gone overnight. The day before she left, we held hands and walked over the hill and back. I don’t remember what we talked about. I remember how good it felt.

Grownups say, “come on.” But, children know how to walk. They forget where they’re going. Children say, “Look! A dead worm! Isn’t this rock pretty? Why is the sidewalk cracked?”


Could you give yourself 20 minutes a week to walk – but not go anywhere? If you’re fortunate, you’ll remember the purpose of a real walk is just taking it.

From Leadership Freak

Consider this: When is the last time you took a “walk”?

What do you remember . . . ?

Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well and yet everything happens only a certain number of times – and a very small number really. How many times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your life that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise, perhaps twenty, and yet it all seems so limitless…

Paul Bowles 1910-1999
American Writer and Composer

Consider this: What do you remember that you can’t conceive of your life without it?

You Sure Are Lucky . . .

You Sure Are Lucky…
Ken Morris – Northwest Airlines Captain
Reprinted with permission from Passages Magazine

It was a hot, muggy August afternoon, and I had every reason to feel sorry for myself. A comedy of hassles began with the normal airport security gauntlet, followed by a random drug test, and a missed flight home due to a number of mechanical, weather and late inbound flight problems. Now my flight home was full and late.

During the usual pandemonium at the gate, I noticed a 5-year-old boy standing by his mother and watching me. He looked at me, then my bag, then back at me.

Cautiously, he left his mother’s side and slowly began to walk toward me, glancing between my bag, his mother, and me.

“Great,” I thought, “now I have to baby-sit a 5-year-old. My day is now complete.”

As he came closer, I was both relieved and alarmed that it wasn’t me he was after. It was my hat!

I started to tell him not to bother my things, but something made me stop and watch. He stopped in front of my bag, looking at my hat, then up at me.

With wide eyes, he gently touched the bill of my hat. Running his index finger slowly along the edge, carefully touching the emblem.

Again, he looked up at me, now smiling, but saying nothing. I asked him if he would like to wear my captain hat.

He excitedly nodded his head, still smiling. I placed my hat on his head, but it fell down around his ears. He didn’t seem to mind and held it up in the proper position with both hands. He ran to show his mother, then back to me still smiling from ear to ear.

With much reverence and ceremony, he slowly removed my hat with both hands and presented it to me as though it were the crown jewels.

I put my hat on and gave him an airplane card. This, too, he held with both hands in awe.

After this exchange, he still hadn’t spoken, although I knew he was excited. I also was happy that I had been briefly distracted from my self-pity fest.

Still holding the card carefully with both hands, he looked up at me and said, “Mister, you sure are lucky.”

“Yes,” I said, “I sure am.”

I contemplated the wisdom of a 5-year-old, as I got the last seat on that flight home.

Consider this: Whatever you are going through, you sure are lucky!

Love is the answer . . .

There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer, no disease that enough love will not heal, no door that enough love will not bridge, no wall that enough love will not throw down, no sin that enough love will not redeem…

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.

If only you could love enough, you could be the happiest and most powerful being in the world…”

Emmet Fox

Consider this: If only you could love enough . . .

Find a quiet place . . .

Find a quiet place and listen. It should be very quiet. The only sound you should hear is your heart beating. Listen. Peer deep down inside your heart. Do you see someone that holds a special place in your heart? Maybe they have always been there when you needed them; maybe they offered words of encouragement; taught you a lesson; comforted you when you were sick; praised you on your accomplishments. Make this their lucky day.You have the POWER to spread happiness today. A quick note or a kind word is all it takes to bring a smile and lasting memory to someone very special.”

Gary Harrington

Consider this: Identify a person. Write them a note. Spread a little happiness.