Walking a landscape is learning a landscape.  They go hand in hand.  Driving landscape is an introduction.  Walking a landscape though, is an adventure in to landscape’s thinking, feeling, and imagination.  Walking gives one the opportunity to pause and wonder.  

Each foot fall creates a vibrancy, held by air, that becomes language between walker and ground.  Measured in rhythm, footfalls experience the vegetation and animals of place.  Shifting gravel gives way to dust and the smell of land whispers of life once known.  As if we have something do with dirt.  Walking is the intimacy of thought in space between foot and ground.  A beckoning of relationship and a binding of place.

Being bound to place is an intimate relationship with the ancient.  Both a knowing of what is old and wonder in what is becoming.  Walking landscape allows for a patience of awareness that allows memory to deepen and broaden.  Giving way to wakefulness of life in the moment between foot and dirt.

Walking landscape is the learning of remembering.  Moving us toward an awareness of commonality—our ordinariness of dirt and place and body.  To walk, is to step into the normality of ancient existence, beginning knowledge, and the imaginative what is yet to become.