I walk five or six mornings a week. It started as a way to exercise. No fancy equipment needed or special outfits required other than something waterproof, and I can do it at the times I choose. After a while, I realized how this ritual cleared my head.
Currently I walk the same route every day. I have not experienced a labyrinth, where you walk in that spiral form for meditation. But I think my routine has created a similar sense of calm. Some days I start off being peeved about something or another. Then I get distracted by listening to the birds or watching the clouds in the sky. Once in a while, I forget my gloves, so my mind spends too much time being aware of freezing fingers. Some days I get brilliant ideas. More days than not, I can’t remember everything I thought about during my walk. Those are the best walks.
Today as I returned home, blue skies emerged. It had been an especially wonderful walk. -- Beth