...but then I seek out the wilderness, simply putting one foot in front of the other. There is a calming in that repititious movement that has always quieted me. I can feel my chaos floating away, lightening my steps as I walk further and further into the woods. And then something stirs, a different kind of stirring, where I begin to notice. Letting my mind wander, I start to see things, and feel that they see me. Not the lost soul, masking constantly racing thoughts, but the real me. The quiet and open me, the me that listens. And then I can learn.
I wonder, is this floating just an escape from the thoughts that will no doubt return as soon as my skis come off and I enter the house. I can feel the weight settling back onto my shoulders, all the same fears and insecurity falling back into place. It is so easy, to be free while surrounded by such beauty. Perhaps the key to life is working at bringing that floaty focus feeling from the meditation into my life.
Either that or just stick to the trail, I guess :)