WALKING THROUGH THE SNOW

I am remembering walking from our apartment through barren woods, along a revolutionary war era mule-pulled barge canal, up through the snow-covered meadows of the graduate campus to seminary classes.

These were wonderful, quiet walks. No headphones with music or books on tape. No companions. Bundled up, all alone with my thoughts.

I did a lot of thinking on these walks. Some practical — whether to stop at the library or go to chapel before classes. Some quite deep — struggles with elements of our Christian teachings.

These were good walks in the snow.

These days I don’t get to walk in the snow much and don’t often bundle up here in Florida’s winters. Yet, I still enjoy a solitary walk in the early morning, alone with my thoughts.