Walking the Thought

I was watching the first season of Mad Men recently, and there was a scene where the 1950’s housewives were sitting in the kitchen, gossiping about how they’ve seen the new neighbor — a divorcee! — out walking everyday.  “But where is she going?!?!” one said, as they all shrugged and tilted their pretty heads, perplexed.

Walking is when I get my best thinking done — this is my walking view, in January, so there’s that.  And I’m thankful I have 2 rambunctious dogs who need to go on their daily neighborhood squirrel patrol to keep me with the routine.

Today it was sunny, breezy, and 73.  In January.  So I took two walks.  I’ve been struggling to come up with a certain chapter’s title for months when, voila … this afternoon it printed itself out like typeface on my brain while I was out walking.  The chapter title and other random, but perfectly wonderful, sentences started popping through my head, so much so that I had to turn around and get home and write them all down.

4 thoughts on “Walking the Thought

  1. Macdougal Street Baby

    Yes, another spinach colored monster sits before you. I wish I had that ability. When I walk, all thought escapes me. I literally become a moving zen garden. People have often commented that when they see me out and about I look so deep in thought that they cannot help but to wonder what I am ruminating over. I always feel guilty admitting to the emptiness inside my brain.

  2. Downith

    Agreed. A good walk is great to blow out the cobwebs and blow in fresh ideas.

    MacDougal Street Baby, all thought escapes me when I’m driving – not good.

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