A renowned philosopher (Friedrich Nietzsche) once said “all good thoughts are conceived while walking” which, while I am presently sitting cozy, does not bode well for this blog. But I am told that it is “my turn to write something”, so whether good, bad, or just inane, here are a few romantic thoughts on why we walk here, and walk much. We see the way the grapevines in January look like the gnarled old hands on Grandmama. We hear the crunching sound of the limestone Garrigue underfoot, like ten thousand thousand years. We catch the scent of sage in winter, only a wisp, only here and there, but just enough. We touch the stone walls, and when we do we touch the ages. We feel the sun and the wind, twin sisters that carry us
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