Walking alone in nature is a pacifier. This can be judged by a single incident from among a thousand: Liane de Pougy’s:
This morning I went for a walk by myself in the grey, in the mist, in the warm wind which foretells a storm. I felt so good, alone in the universe, dreaming, cut loose. I no longer knew where I came from, I had no idea where I was going. Yesterday my chapter from the Imitation was about solitude and silence. I have just been granted an experience of it. I felt the sweetness of it. A great peace, a great calm and serenity flowed into me with the air I breathed. (Quoted from The Life of the Creative Spirit, p. 297.)
For a brief biography of Liane de Pougy, click here.
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