Walking in nature is an act of disconnection. It is placing one foot in front of the other and moving forward… slowly.
It is answering an ancestral impulse, a nomadic drive encoded at the dawn of humanity — an excitement as mysterious as it is magical. Walking at a slow pace is to devour the landscape with the eyes until they overflow with emotion. It is stopping here and there to observe details that constant movement never allows us to grasp.

It is forgetting oneself and becoming an unconscious particle within the immeasurable vastness of the cosmos. Or, conversely, stepping outside oneself and confronting one’s own existence and its many dilemmas.

Walking in this way allows for free, calm and open thinking, letting thoughts flow unrestrained and unimpeded. Only then can they be organised with clarity and meaning — something rarely possible under the pressure, tension and constant demands of daily life.

It is also about disciplining the impulse to speak, allowing the many sounds of nature to emerge and interact with us. It is keeping the sense of smell alert, letting oneself be immersed in scents and aromas to which we are not usually exposed. It is touching stones, shrubs and tree trunks. It is feeling like a feather floating in the lightness of air.

Walking without haste or destination can be an experience of ecstasy or transcendence. Or simply a gentle breeze of happiness. Whatever it may be, it is undoubtedly an essential therapy for those who live daily under the frenetic rhythm of contemporary cities.