I love the idea of a walking meditation. There are many places to walk here where I love, either up the hill, down towards the river, or right out the back door. Yesterday I walked down by the creek. The sound of the water trickling over the rocks, the stand of baby evergreen trees, the dry pine needles on the ground, the different rocks; all of these are the quiet miracles of nature. I think of my grandsons at times like these. When they were little, nature walks were one of our favorite activities.