In Dublin earlier this year I bought a book by Adam Ford, The Art of Mindful Walking. The book is beautifully marbelled, hardbound, and I have been looking forward to read it. A few days ago I opened it and started to read, and the book is nothing at all like I thought it would me. Not that there is anything wrong with is, it just doesn´t connect with what I expect.
I will continue to read the book and I am sure it is going to give me something. But more than that, the title has found a place in my mind. The Art of Mindful Walking.......I am saying it aloud and it creates something in me. An awareness of who I am, where I am and where my path is taking me.
I was walking in the arboret today, and as I walked I realised I was doing a mindful walking. My feet, even though I had thick goretex shoes, could feel the colourful leaves. My nose, even though I am again struggling with a sinus infection, could smell the soil. My body rejoiced while getting the exercise. My eyes saw the beauty of the day.
I am a walker. I love to walk. Long walks, Short walks. Mostly alone but also together with Terje. When I walk my thoughts walk with me.
Come to think of it, I guess I am a Mindful Walker.
And to try to master the art, I have made a new cathegory here on the blog; Mindful Walking.