We all need our short walks back to ourselves
In the eye of the storm, when it’s all too much, when we are more damage than health
Our trusted paths through the wood to a quiet place within, where we can rest, re-figure, recover and start again
We all need to start again, all the time; to ease ourselves from uncomfortable fixation to more generous and gentle space.
Our short walks vary – it could simply be leaving the room
This often works for me; a slight change of geography can make a difference
Or looking up at the sky
Or reading something; or writing something exploratory
Music can be a path somewhere else; or a cold water dip to make the heart sing, or walking, one foot in front of the other, these can change things
And so can a robin or a leaf, if we’re able to notice; it’s amazing what speaks
And five deep breaths – or ten – they always help, don’t they?
The deliberate pause in the rush of events
In the eye of the storm
In the heat of the kitchen
In the scream of the day
In the thick mud of difficult feelings
We all need short walks away from fixation and back to ourselves
Trusted paths to the silence within
Where we can stay and recover, unhook ourselves from the damage and – given a moment or seven – start again
It’s our special power and so simple, these short walks, these trusted paths
This ability to start again
