My Invitation: Come, Walk with Me

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There’s a moment in the life of a man, often after fifty, when the world pauses just long enough for a whisper to slip through. It’s rarely dramatic. It might arrive early in the morning at the sink, during a quiet drive, or while staring at a blank calendar on a Sunday night.

The whisper says something simple.

What now?

It’s not a crisis. It’s a crossroads. And it shows up precisely when the world assumes you should have everything sorted. Career behind you. Family grown. Responsibilities met. Reputation intact. You should be coasting.

Yet coasting is exactly what you don’t want. Not really. You want something alive. Something meaningful, grounded, and true. Not climbing anymore. Becoming.

I’ve felt this myself. And I’ve met hundreds of men - executives, fathers, founders, soldiers, tradies, creatives - who feel the same quiet restlessness. Not depression, which I experienced a decade ago. Not dissatisfaction. Just an ache to reconnect with something real.

Many turn to big ideas: reinvention, legacy, contribution, significance. But very few look for these answers at walking pace.

And maybe that’s where the secret sits.

The Liberating Pace of the Footstep

Frédéric Gros writes in A Philosophy of Walking:

“You walk for the mind, not for the muscles.”

Walking, he suggests, is one of the last true acts of freedom. No apps. No rankings. No metrics. Just a body, good shoes, and the willingness to slow down.

Slowness is not laziness. It’s liberation.

When you walk, you’re freed from the identity the world assigns you. You stop being the job title, the provider, the senior leader, the man who solves problems. For a while, you’re just a human moving through landscape. The simplicity clears space in the mind.

Rebecca Solnit puts it beautifully:

“Walking dissolves the sharp edges of the self. You become porous, open to the world again.”

Not an escape from life. A stepping outside your own noise.

This is where many men rediscover themselves.

Walking Across Days, Not Steps

Walking for the dog or for fitness is good. But walking across days is transformative.

One day is pleasant.
Three days is a break.
Five days is a shift.
Ten days is a threshold.

After that, you begin to hear the deeper self that has been hiding under the busyness of years.

You start measuring life not in emails or meetings, but in where your feet carried you. Body, mind, and spirit begin moving in the same direction.

Nietzsche once wrote:

“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.”

Not because walking makes you clever. Because it gives your inner life room to breathe.

A Different Kind of Strength

Men talk about strength, but rarely the quiet kind.

Walking reveals a different form: the strength of accepting your pace, staying present with breath and steps, listening instead of forcing, letting time stretch instead of controlling it.

Nick Cave said it in a way that stays with me:

“Real strength is gentleness that has survived life.”

This is the new masculine. Grounded. Steady. Humble enough to walk behind someone for hours and enjoy it. Strong enough to sit with your own thoughts without flinching. Wise enough to know the next transformation won’t be found in a boardroom, but somewhere along a long path under an open sky.

When Identity Falls Away

This is one of the great gifts of long-distance mindful walking: after days on the path, your stories soften, your narratives loosen, and what is true begins to appear.

Walking doesn’t give you answers. It gives you clarity.

Thoreau captured it perfectly:

“I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.”

Walking expands you from within.

The Invitation in the Footsteps

To the men reading this who might be standing at their own crossroads: if you feel the whisper of what now, take this as a gentle nudge.

You don’t need a plan.
You don’t need to sort out the next twenty years.
You don’t need upheaval.

You need space.
You need breath.
You need movement.

And walking offers all three.

The men I’ve walked with all arrive with different stories. Yet after a few days they say much the same thing:

“I can finally hear myself again.”

Slowness is the medicine men in transition often need.

A Path Worth Sharing

This post is titled My Invitation: Come, Walk With Me, and I mean it literally and figuratively.

If you are in that in-between place, between what has been and what will be, walking beside someone who knows this terrain can make all the difference. Not in the old coaching way. Not to push or fix. But to walk with you in conversation, silence, humour, honesty. To help you reconnect with your internal compass.

This is what I am building with Power of Pilgrimage.

Long-distance mindful walking is not a magic trick. It is something far more powerful. It strips away noise so meaning can surface.

As Rousseau said:

“My mind only works with my legs.”

Many of us know this is true.

So, if the whisper is growing louder,
if your calendar is oddly empty,
if the old identity feels tight,
if you sense a second act waiting…

Come, walk with me.

If this speaks to you or someone you know, a like or share helps this message reach the men who might need it.

Love walking and a good story? That’s what I write. You’ll see various themes.

Follow me on the journey.

🥾 My Walking Life – Camino stories and other trails and tales.
💭 Walking is… the philosophy of walking.
👣 Walk-Life Balance – interviews and stories from other pilgrims.
🌿 Sometimes I Don’t Walk – life’s lessons learned - not by walking.
📍 Pilgrimage in Practice – practical tips for long-distance, mindful walking.

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