My foot, poised for motion, rests upon solid Earth.
My lungs balloon open to capture Air. An expansion that readies my heart for the journey.
Oxygen combusts into compassion. Fueled, I step into Wind’s welcoming arms.
Blade-sharp chill cuts through illusion.
Clear comprehension arises.
Movement is my refuge: those sensations, vibrating upward from sole to soul, become a massage that awakens equanimity.
Steady footfalls, rhythmic and soothing, lull mind inward.
Penetrating deeply but gently. Flushed through arteries to appendages. Aligned. Attuned.
The course (my design) landmarked by old injuries and hard-won victories in self-understanding.
A training in awareness: an inside-out, 360 degree study of my body gliding through space, covering distances immeasurable by miles.
No striving. No pursuing. (No race, no finish line, no medal.)
Cheered on by the thrumming of heart and the rejoicing of cells and muscle fibers.
Spirit soars. Boundless.
In call and response, I am guided by the synergistic conversation between my lungs and legs.
Who will lead? Walk now? Or run? They negotiate in whispers with the lumbar.
Adjustments are made to pace and posture. Muscles contract and relax in a reassuring hug.
My complex weave of supple tissues and resilient fibers, in harness, I am anchored–
Head to heart, hip to heel–as shoulder blades kiss my spine to bolster each vertebrae toward open Sky.
By my stride: 30,000 steps or so.
By my breath: a fusion of body, mind and heart.
Reclaimed. Reconciled. I am solid, steady, free. In this body. As it is.