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(The bare ground episode concerned a small experience I had as I walked into the kitchen before taking my nap. [...]

[...] This can be for now anything—vacuuming, walking inside or out—whatever. [...]

[...] Certain alternate muscular cooperations were set up that served to keep overall muscular functions going, and kept the body walking under impaired conditions. [...]

[...] The cushioning of muscles and joints will allow first for easier motion and easier walking—that is, without such inner gratings.

[...] Ruburt’s personality is a walk [warphandwritten in margin], in dimensions, but your personalities are also walks [warps] in dimensions... [...]

(Jane and I worked on proofreading Seth’s book for an hour or so after supper, and then went for a walk. [...]

[...] She walked about the room, sipping a beer and smoking a cigarette. [...]

I do not seem to find him at home, and I think of water, and of his walking near the water. [...]

[...] Dr. Instream thinks of us during this time however, and now they walk back toward the house. [...]

[...] Jane has also been “walking” twice daily, using her wheeled typing table as a support — though we skipped this evening’s sojourn in lieu of TV watching. [...]

[...] For some time his ankles and knees have had greater freedom of motion — in certain motions — but all such evidence is ignored, largely — or worse, it is viewed ironically, since he is not walking any better.

[...] On a summer evening after dusk in the dream, I went for a walk with Floyd Waterman (I’ll call him), a ‘real’ friend from Elmira who was visiting me. [...]

[...] You may dream that you are running or walking or flying, yet those activities are divorced enough from that area where imagination, motion, and physical actuality meet, so that your body remains quiet, relatively speaking, while you seem to be moving freely somewhere else.

(“But what do you do when you’re faced with that kind of treatment in a place where you can’t walk out if you disagree with it?” I asked. [...]

On the most mundane level, but highly important, a walk each day, if only around the house, and suggestions as given morning and evening.

[...] The shoulder-arm area is important, and connected to the walking—not only as far as overall coordination but in terms of clear passageways of energy.

(“How is all of this hooked up with the walking difficulty?” By the question, I meant how has Jane’s walking difficulties through the years resulted from her feeling that she should be all those things Seth recounted at the start of this session—a TV personality, a great psychic, writer, and so forth. [...]

[...] You have walked away from more graves than you can remember — and will indeed, many of you, walk away from more. [...]

[...] I visualized myself walking across this bridge, feeling the wooden flooring beneath my feet. I felt myself walk beneath the signal lights at the far end, and continue on up the street. [...]

[...] Had I actually walked here under my own power and forgotten? [...]

[...] I walked over to him and said, “Hi Sam. [...]

[...] “Sam,” I said again, but he walked briskly past. [...]

Again, Ruburt’s body is indeed preparing itself so that he can sit and walk with some assurance and conviction. [...]

[...] Luckily, the child usually walks before it is old enough to be taught that impulses are wrong, and luckily the child’s natural impulses toward exploration, growth, fulfillment, action and power are strong enough to give it the necessary springboard before your belief systems begin to erode its confidence. [...]

[...] Today, for example, her left side, leg and knee were all moving in unaccustomed, more flexible ways, she reported, thus affecting her walking. [...]

[...] As much as possible, I would like Ruburt to remember these comparisons, for he is just becoming aware of certain habitual thoughts that accompany motion—walking, say, or getting up or down. [...]

[...] The object was a faded maple leaf that Jane and I had picked up, along with others, on a walk last year, probably in October 1965. [...]

[...] When Jane and I went for our leaf-gathering walk in October of 1965, we picked up the maple leaves in our collection beside Aunt Mabel’s home; this is the section of the street where the maple trees grow, and one of these leaves made up tonight’s object.

[...] I used two of the maple leaves Jane and I gathered on our October 1965 walk as subjects for a watercolor painting. [...]