Next to the laborer in the fields, the walker holds the closest relation to the soil; and he holds a closer and more vital relation to nature because he is freer and his mind more at leisure.
Interpretation
The walker has a unique connection to nature, often because of their freedom and mindfulness.
In this quote, John Burroughs emphasizes the relationship between individuals and the natural world. He suggests that while laborers work the land, walkers, who roam with a sense of freedom, develop a deeper and more conscious bond with nature, allowing for reflection and a more profound appreciation of their surroundings.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a nature walk group meeting to inspire appreciation for the outdoors.
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