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There are times when
I cannot breathe. My thoughts are tumbling and tangled.
I am hungry, yet I want nothing to eat. I am lonely yet
I want no-one near me. My eyes are looking, searching,
yet they see nothing. There is, at that moment no joy
in my life. My heart is heavy and I hurt so much.
When I feel so low I go walking.
There are many days when I am content.
I have become mindful of the tasks before me and the people
in my life. I go about my day creating a lightness of
being.
When I feel so content, I go walking.
The season is spring; new life is
everywhere and there is much to be grateful for, so walk
and find it. Bring it home. Walk with all the senses alive,
conscious and knowing, as a gentle and deep way of finding
some meaning to life. Walk in the city, walk along the
beach, walk along a mountain trail or through a park.
Take deep breaths and smell what the
air is offering and know that you are alive. Be grateful
for that. Then listen to the sounds of nature, and of
humanity and be grateful for them, too.
Feel the warm air on your skin or the soft cotton jacket
hugging your shoulders and arms. Feel the earth under
your feet.
Look deep into the green of the grass,
the leaves on the trees, the petals on the flowers or
the ripples in a stream or the chimneys on the houses.
And in each moment, be grateful that
you are alive.
Mariette
mother of Dylan (died 12.01.97 aged 22 )
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