Several psycho-souls (yes, I’m still reacting in habitual critical mode) actually choose to meditate in the breaks between meditations. I would rather encounter mountain lion in the natural wilderness than further investigate the hinterland of my own mind.
And there’s a kind of hypnotic serenity to hiking now, almost as though I am static and creation is just flowing around and through me, like being on a moving walkway in a nature documentary. I am surprised by my own confidence – I’m walking alone at dawn, at noon, and at dusk in a National Forest (armed with a hell of a big walking stick), but feeling self-reliant and secure. I’m totally assured that my being is equipped with resources to contend with whatever materializes – it’s as though I’ve swallowed the walking stick.
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