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  • There is nothing quite like walking around alone. Noot with any particular destination in mind, but walking for the sole purpose of letting your senses work as they should.

    Most of the time we block things out; we have to, because otherwise everything is just too much. Too quiet, too bright, too smelly, too hot, too...

    When I walk, I see things from a different point of view, and I can understand why some meditation is not taken seated, cross-legged in a quiet room, but rather following the rhythm of one's own steps. There is more richness to everything, more buzz, more vibration, more life. After a little while of this, there comes the elation. I wonder if this is what it means to be in the moment, but I try not to think about that. Or about anything, in fact. Thinking in a directed manner breaks the spell.

    I walk and breathe. Let my mind do what it wants, which it seems to so infrequently have the chance to do. And it makes me feel happy.
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