Being with myself

In the last three months I’ve been walking more. Walking has always been a “go to” exercise for me and I have been so glad to discover that my Hoka’s and orthotics have made walking comfortable again. After returning from Santa Fe this summer with about 20 more lbs then usual (I call them my Covid-19, somewhat darkly) I committed to upping my activity with a daily walk. Using my simple workout timer app – I see that I’ve gone from 6:36 hours of walking in September, to 15:35 hours in October, to now 21:15 hours in November. I’m seeing so much benefit from this simple practice and it reminds me as to why I dearly love the simple act of walking.

I live in my head and struggle to stay resident in my body and in my being. I’ve “treated” this condition and continue to “treat” this way of being (or more accurately said, this way of doing) in a variety of ways and in each way I’ve found helpful learnings. And, for me, the most effective way (and the most accessible way) is to simply get out for a walk.

Within a few minutes of pumping my arms and legs and breathing in and out, I experience my being-ness. I am alive and connected to myself, my surroundings, and simply accompany myself on the path. Being with myself in this way is delicious and I find myself resting into contentment and happiness. This deliciousness has been enhanced with this special time of year. Fall brings an inward vibe, as nature signals to me that it is time to rest and replenish. While I travel the same path each day, it’s always different in small and subtle ways. I’m now in relationship with the season, the changes happening around me and within me.

Last week I spotted these geese hanging out together on a grey day, in the grey water and my heart burst open with love.