
Every season has its reward - in summer the joints of the bluestem, the monarch on the wildflower, the lushness of the foliage; in fall the crispness of the air and the color in the leaves; in winter the muffling carpet of snow, the crystalline accents in the elbows of the trees; in spring the myriad awakenings, the buds, the awkward fawn. There are textures. There are scents. There is more than meets the eye and ear. We walk amongst it, not to get anywhere in particular, but to see, to feel, to listen attentively and receive the gift of what life along the trails has to say.
Not, as I earlier confessed, often enough. We make excuses. "It's too hot." "It's too cold." "It's raining." "I'm tired." All the while, the grasses whisper, the leaves shimmer in the breeze, the hedge apples swell and fall and roll like bowling balls, the deer tamp down trails of their own, the colors evolve.

In his own version of "The Peripatetic School," business leadership guru Tom Peters centuries later encouraged an effectiveness strategy he coined, "MBWA" - management by walking around. A leader can learn a great deal, he argued, by pushing away from the desk, exiting the office, and wandering around the workplace, observing, listening, chatting, building rapport. It is to suggest that as much or more can be learned viscerally - through our pores - than via the data of reports.
At the very least it is more interesting. And nourishing.

Walking around.
Paying attention.
Listening.
Learning.
Not merely maintaining the trails, but using them; and allowing them to use me.
TBWA: "Thriving By Walking Around."
It might not be an efficient strategy for getting places, but it may well be the only means of living in them.
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