Walking and walking.
It all started a couple of weeks ago when two friends were talking about their pedometer app, and their steps.
I tried it out, out of curiosity... just carried my phone for the first week, to see what my average was, and what, if anything, I wanted to do about it.
Something surprising happened.... instead of being irritated about the time it took to do everything (run a single thing downstairs, take this out to the truck), my mind changed, and I started being happy to do such things.
The whole reason for my embracing the word Pause this year was because I wanted to create a space for myself... a pause in which to have enough time, enough this... enough everything.
While I think it's exciting (and fun) to eat life up in great big gulps, I wanted to find the Still in the pause.... to lose some of the anxious urgency.
This week, I started to walk.
Four miles the first day, to and then around the park. I met the 10,000 (steps) goal, but it wasn't enough.
I prefer at least a five mile walk.
8.3 miles, the second day.
7.6, the next
And so it goes.
So this practice comes with all sorts of pleasant surprises...
there's the Still, of course (which is absolutely a great enough benefit on its own),
but there's also the meditations, and the mindfulness practice.....
there's the early morning solitude
-space and time to right myself-
and, most obvious of all (but still a surprise to me, somehow)
there's the affinity, the early morning conversations I have with the earth.
I am calibrated,
I am at ease,
and I am satisfied.
It's really the most wonderful thing.