I walk again....
One finds great solace... in walking long distances... alone.... and in silence!
A few years back, i lost a dearest friend to a tragic untimely accident. I was physically away from him when it happened. How does one deal with the experience of sharing each little moment of our lives to; the very next day the person disappearing from your life? Even disappearing altogether, to appear later would be welcome. But, that was not to be!
My world had come undone, the ground underneath shook me unsteady.
I walked....
Long and hard. It is in this; i regained steadiness, balance, orientation. Emotions moving with each footstep. Like the dance of shiva, shifting through highs and lows, smiles and tears... sun and rain and.... hail.... and wind... in my hair... on my face. And in these slow, silent, long steps... clarity emerges. It is as if, Mother Earth gave balance back.
These moments open up to me when needed the most in this life....
Nepal! A transformative walk done entirely by myself. The Himalayas, never cease to amaze... astound & humble me. Walking alone amidst these mountains of Nepal was absorbing. It felt like there was no purpose.... no agenda. Just to "BE". Often times, my breath merged with the mountain and the mountain into me. Yoga after all means "union".
Like mediation in motion. Grounding.
And now at another important juncture of my life.
I walk again......
A few years back, i lost a dearest friend to a tragic untimely accident. I was physically away from him when it happened. How does one deal with the experience of sharing each little moment of our lives to; the very next day the person disappearing from your life? Even disappearing altogether, to appear later would be welcome. But, that was not to be!
My world had come undone, the ground underneath shook me unsteady.
I walked....
Long and hard. It is in this; i regained steadiness, balance, orientation. Emotions moving with each footstep. Like the dance of shiva, shifting through highs and lows, smiles and tears... sun and rain and.... hail.... and wind... in my hair... on my face. And in these slow, silent, long steps... clarity emerges. It is as if, Mother Earth gave balance back.
These moments open up to me when needed the most in this life....
Nepal! A transformative walk done entirely by myself. The Himalayas, never cease to amaze... astound & humble me. Walking alone amidst these mountains of Nepal was absorbing. It felt like there was no purpose.... no agenda. Just to "BE". Often times, my breath merged with the mountain and the mountain into me. Yoga after all means "union".
Like mediation in motion. Grounding.
And now at another important juncture of my life.
I walk again......
Keep writing as you keep walking. It inspires others. All the best! !
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