Walktober

I wonder if walking can be a devotion?
In the morning, in the evening, in the heat of the day, in the rain.
With a close friend, with my sister, with a stroller, alone and moving.
Walking feels like a way to look at prayer that lands more closely to my own experience of something sacred. A way to reinvent myself and solve world problems and plan dinner all at once.
I am more of myself moving than under most circumstances, some odd combination of the future and the past, reminiscent and hopeful. Tired and reenergized.
It is more private than performative, offering both communion with the world around me and time alone inside my head.
It is possible, on occasion, to walk away trouble, the ones real and imaginary.
Were religion founded on this - purely walking - I may convert.