How to ‘preserve your health and spirits’
Speed reading and speed walking
Last week I wrote in my blog about speed reading and how was trialling the Spritz speed reading software. Yeh, that's still a work in progress - in fact I found it quite hard work. However I had a great response from many of you who enjoyed clicking through and giving it a lil' go, and some of you were impressed. Including Jodi who wrote:
I just showed that Spritz link to two of my colleagues, both who are self-confessed slow readers who claim that they both took in all the information that they were shown. My manager also claims to be in a better mood because of it!
Imagine if schools could use this tool to help slower readers keep their confidence rather than lose it around literacy.
So maybe there is something to this speed reading malarkey. You can test it out here if you haven't already. And do let me know what you think.
Anyway, onto today's blog, about walking. The book I read on Spritz, was indeed called Walking by Henry David Thoreau. Ol' Henry loved a good walk, and I did race through the book, firstly on the speed-reading software, and then when that started to frazzle my brain, I speed-read slightly more conventionally and just turned the pages a bit quicker.
And Henry David Thoreau's got some real passion for a good stroll. I've long felt the same way. Have a read;
I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits unless I spend four hours a day at least — and it is commonly more than that — sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields absoutely free from all wordly engagements. You may safely say a penny for your thoughts, or a thousand pounds. When sometimes I am reminded that the mechanics and shop-keepers stay in their shops not only all the forenoon, but all the afternoon too, sitting with crossed legs, so many of them — as if the legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon.
Above all, we cannot afford not to live in the present. He is blessed over all mortals who loses no moment of the passing life in remembering the past. Unless our philosophy hears the cock crow in every barn-yard within our horizon, it is belated. That sound commonly reminds us that we are growing rusty and antique in our employments and habits of thought.
Have a great week, and enjoy walking all the 'forenoon' (whatever that is...).