5. Day 2: Walking A Mile In My Own Shoes

Posted by on Aug 2, 2014 in All-One, Fear of EVERY DAY | 0 comments

5. Day 2:  Walking A Mile In My Own Shoes

Let’s begin extending love to EVERY DAY by doing something every day that needs love. Thus, I walked one mile with our corgi, Rugby.  It felt really good and coolish in the early morning after the heat yesterday.  I wasn’t planning on taking the dog but he appeared at the back door as soon as he saw my tennis shoes come out of the closet.  He loves walking so much that he actually kept my normally lackadaisical pace up enough to get my blood pumping.

These thoughts were crowding in my mind like some kind of filled to the brim dessert tray:

I want to do this/ I don’t want to do this

I want to walk/ I’m scared I’ll injure myself (an old hip injury led to years of chronic pain that is only recently diminished with much massage therapy and chiropractic adjustment)

I want to exersize/ I don’t have enough time

I want to walk/ I’m afraid I’ll wimp out and quit

I want to walk/ I am afraid it will shorten my quiet time

So.  I  did notice “I want to walk” in my thought process.  This is a new concept:  I WANT to walk.  Not, I have to

fear of every day

My thoughts of “I can’t” were like a dessert tray I extended love to by just saying “No thank you”.

walk, or I should walk, or it would be better if I did walk.  This thought stood away from the rest, assured, confident and delighted:  I want to walk.  I will just have to extend love to all the thoughts that say anything but “I WANT to walk.”  It was nice to walk alone, or at least without talking.  I was able to connect to the space/vastness surrounding my neighborhood and myself.  It is pretty cool to be able to see the sun which immediately connects me to the vastness being 93,000,000 miles away!  I could see how everything actually IS connected:  my feet connected to the ground which connected to the air, which connected to the bird flying by which connected to the insect etc.

I guess a walking meditation definitely counts for my quiet time, or rather a time when “I” am quiet (and silent).  The funny thing was how I felt in telling my husband what I was doing.  I felt giddy, goofy and just a little stupid.  To be honest, I have made these sort of pronouncements before of the “every day” variety and they last about four days. The thoughts of “Can I do this EVERY DAY thing?”, “Is it real or am I kidding myself?”, “Is this EVERY DAY thing stupid, what difference does it make anyway?”  Naturally it is time to extend BIG love to my thoughts who are running amok and in a tiz.

I extend strength to my thoughts.

The question remains:  Can I do this every day?  Ooooo, a better question ‘WHO’ is doing this EVERY DAY?



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