Sunday, 8 August 2010
Finding Some Ground
I don't need to travel far, over sea and land, to find myself, right where I am, standing, grounded like a tree, my roots, my emotions, my real self, connected to the earth below, collecting her energy, her support, her will to be.
I can travel far away in my mind's eye, deep in the memory of experience to find that my own two feet tell me where I am, right here, right now.
It has been a long journey to find some ground, solid ground, a place deep within myself where breath is my map and my feet see greater distances than my keen eyesight. It is hard to let go of the thoughts and dreams and glimpses of the future and to trust that my feet know the way. That my breath has been here before helps.
I realize, finally, the silent communication between my breath and my feet--they know where I am even when I don't. They are old friends who love to be together, walking, returning again and again to a place called home.
It is impossible to contain this place called home because it lives inside me, in my thoughts, my experiences, my emotions, my hope, love and peace. This home lives in my breath, my breathing, my gentle movement, my feet.