{"quotes":[{"text":"You lift your head, you’re on your way, but really just to be walking, to be out of doors. That’s it, that’s all, and you’re there. Outdoors is our element: the exact sensation of living there.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wonder"],"id":1460,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"},{"text":"This time, there’s no question of freeing yourself from artifice to taste simple joys. Instead there is the promise of meeting a freedom head-on as an outer limit of the self and of the human, an internal overflowing of a rebellious Nature that goes beyond you. Walking can provoke these excesses: surfeits of fatigue that make the mind wander, abundances of beauty that turn the soul over, excesses of drunkenness on the peaks, the high passes (where the body explodes). Walking ends by awakening this rebellious, archaic part of us: our appetites become rough and uncompromising, our impulses inspired. Because walking puts us on the vertical axis of life: swept along by the torrent that rushes just beneath us. What I mean is that by walking you are not going to meet yourself. By walking, you escape from the very idea of identity, the temptation to be someone, to have a name and a history. Being someone is all very well for smart parties where everyone is telling their story, it’s all very well for psychologists’ consulting rooms. But isn’t being someone also a social obligation which trails in its wake – for one has to be faithful to the self-portrait – a stupid and burdensome fiction? The freedom in walking lies in not being anyone; for the walking body has no history, it is just an eddy in the stream of immemorial life.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wonder"],"id":28968,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"},{"text":"None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with. Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or a status, not even an individual, but a body, a body that feels sharp stones on the paths, the caress of long grass and the freshness of the wind. When you walk, the world has neither present nor future: nothing but the cycle of mornings and evenings. Always the same thing to do all day: walk. But the walker who marvels while walking (the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills) has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wander","wanderer","wonder"],"id":50407,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"},{"text":"Don't tell me that I can't do it. Go and tell God that story. After all, He is the one who gave me the air to breath and be able to do it well! Go!","author":"Israelmore Ayivor","tags":["able","air","air-to-breathe","breathe","creator","do-it","do-it-well","food-for-thought","fresh","fresh-air","gave-me","go","go-and-make-it","god","i-can","i-can-do-it","israelmore-ayivor","jehovah","make-it-happen","me","one","story","tell","tell-god","tell-me","you-can"],"id":63458,"author_id":"Israelmore+Ayivor"},{"text":"Thoreau: ‘The West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild; and what I have been preparing to say is, that in Wildness is the preservation of the world.’ That is why walking leads to a total loss of interest in what is called – laughably no doubt – the ‘news’, one of whose main features is that it becomes old as soon as it is uttered. Once caught in the rhythm, Thoreau says, you are on the treadmill: you want to know what comes next. The real challenge, though, is not to know what has changed, but to get closer to what remains eternally new. So you should replace reading the morning papers with a walk. News items replace one another, become mixed up together, are repeated and forgotten. But the truth is that as soon as you start walking, all that noise, all those rumours, fade out. What’s new? Nothing: the calm eternity of things, endlessly renewed.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wander","wanderer","wonder"],"id":64563,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"},{"text":"Days of slow walking are very long: they make you live longer, because you have allowed every hour, every minute, every second to breathe, to deepen, instead of filling them up by straining the joints….","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wonder"],"id":146092,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"},{"text":"Open the window of your mind. Allow the fresh air,new lights and new truths to enter.","author":"Amit Ray","tags":["expansion","fresh-air","hike","hikes","holy-land","life-and-living","life-lessons","light","mind","mindfulness","mindfulness-practice","mountaineering","redwoods","truth","truth-of-life","window","window-of-mind","windows-of-heaven","windows-of-the-soul"],"id":167771,"author_id":"Amit+Ray"},{"text":"Slowness means cleaving perfectly to time, so closely that the seconds fall one by one, drop by drop like the steady dripping of a tap on stone. This stretching of time deepens space. It is one of the secrets of walking: a slow approach to landscapes that gradually renders them familiar. Like the regular encounters that deepen friendship.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wonder"],"id":169336,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"},{"text":"When I’m depressed, I read Caeiro — he’s my fresh air. I become very calm, content, faithful — yes, I find faith in God, and in the soul’s transcendent living smallness, after reading the poems by that ungodly anti-humanist who goes unsurpassed on earth.","author":"Álvaro de Campos","tags":["alberto-caeiro","anti-humanist","beauty","calm","contentment","depression","eart","faithfulness","fresh-air","god","life","meaning","paganism","pantheism","poetry","reading","smallness","soul","transendence","ungodly","universe"],"id":176367,"author_id":"%C3%81lvaro+de+Campos"},{"text":"The joy of walking and feeling the body advancing ‘like a man alone’; the fullness of feeling alive. And then happiness, before the spectacle of a violet-shadowed valley below the beams of the setting sun, that miracle of summer evenings, when for a few minutes every shade of colour, flattened all day by a steely sun, is brought out at last by the golden light, and breathes. Happiness can come later, at the guesthouse, in the company of others staying there: people met there, happy to find themselves together for a moment through chance. But all of that involves receiving.","author":"Frédéric Gros","tags":["adventure","art","awe","beauty","discovery","earth","explore","freedom","fresh-air","get-outside","hikes","hiking","joy","movement","nature","our-planet","outdoors","outdoors-church","outside","peace","philosophy","pilgrim","pilgrimage","poetry","serenity","visual-poetry","walking","walks","wander","wanderer","wonder"],"id":179145,"author_id":"Fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9ric+Gros"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":30,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}