embodied wisdom: 15-mile meditation

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…