I wanted to go running. I had planned it. It’s written down on my planner. Monday 6th June: run.
Instead I walked by home as usual, but took the long way home, wandering freely, taking detours, listening to a gorgeous meditation on my mp3. I finally made it home.
And I realized a few things, listening, observing, walking:
Sometimes you get grumpy because life gets in the way of your plans. But life IS the way, life is the big plan. Sometimes plans can be useful, sometimes plans are meant to be thrown out of the window.
No matter whether you walk on a straight line or you take a detour, eventually you make it home. Sometimes you might just learn something along the way that will make homecoming even more juicy.
Sometimes you need to stop residing in the chaos of your outer doing and start finding the “stillness of your inner being” (thank you Ann Smith and Rhonda Hull for this beautiful expression). Sometimes action mode is good, but breathing and reset is even better.
Sometimes a one hour-walk can turn you from Grumpy Yogini to Care Bear all over again. I swear I don’t shoot rainbows off my belly and I’m not covered in pink fur, in case you were wondering.
Sometimes you have to claim who you truly are and not be afraid. Hear the calling, and respond. By honouring who you are, you honour the world you live in and that’s when you make a difference.
If we women truly reclaimed our own power, we could anything. Together. “Sacred Feminine” anyone? Putting it out to the Universe: I would really really love to set up a Women’s Circle. Really.
Sometimes a one-hour walk can make you really really hungry.