There is something so soothing and calming about the simplicity of one foot in front of the other. A rhythm so inherently primal. A dance between the rhythm of of my feet and the rhythm of my breath.
It is a long forgotten link to my childhood. A safe place I can step into, where words like productivity, responsibility and deadlines are momentarily forgotten, and left behind for a little while.
I can escape to a place where all that matters is the moment, the sensation of the air over my skin and into my lungs and the steady reassuring beat of my heart…
My meditation in motion.