What remains

Interesting clouds today: a block of grey, dark grey and then blue sky not far behind… Sometimes in life we feel stuck, as if nothing is moving but just like the clouds in the sky come and go, situations come and go. What remains is the sky and our true essence, they never change, they just are.

Zara

This is Zara, my dog. Today I want to honour this beautiful, kind, loyal companion. Every day she is jumping up and down, she is over the moon when we go walking. We walk together, we enjoy our walks together, on the lead, off the lead, it does not matter. There is this bond, so WE go for long walks rather than I and the dog. She is a real gift, she is so much part of our little family and I feel so grateful that she is in my life.

Zara

Grey

Another grey and rainy day. This used to depress me, this continuous greyness, day after day. My daily walks with the dog have changed this. I go out, walk and enjoy the beauty of any weather. Greyness takes many forms and when you are out there, you experience its many hues. Today it all felt so soft. There was almost no wind and the little breeze felt gentle, a bit damp and so soft. Looking around me I saw how the low grey clouds hid, covered trees and houses for them to reappear a bit later again, for these clouds are always moving. Sometimes we also hide and cover ourselves in a bit of a cloud, withdraw, to reappear again, to show ourselves again in our full glory.

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Constant change

What a difference a day makes…the sun is out, the sky is blue, there is a gentle breeze, the horses are relaxing and enjoying this wonderful sunlight. Walking every day brings home in a very enlarged way how everything is constantly changing. To witness and observe this ever changing inner and outer landscape from a space of profound silence, undisturbed by any of it and allowing necessary action to come spontaneously, is life’s art.

Walking

Apart from my daily early morning yoga practise, I take the dog for a long walk most days. I love walking and not only me. Here in the region people walk, in walking groups, with a purpose and -most importantly- just for pleasure. People make their daily walks. So I meet people who are walking to collect nettles for their pigs, are on a walk and take some snacks for the donkey in one of the fields. People walk and collect mushrooms, walnuts and chestnuts… This habit here in very rural France is not a sign of going back in time, it is the expression of a very satisfying action: walking. Walking calms and relaxes the mind, strengthens the body, invigorates the spirit. When walking surrounded by nature, one becomes part of this living universe, one starts to resonate with this environment of trees, plants, insects, birds, etc…As a walker your presence gives something to them, their presence gives something to you. A true exchange happens. It is beautiful, transformative, something to be grateful for and most of all something to enjoy!!

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