A morning walk through the neighborhood. Heading south on Foster, the earth became the one moving beneath me as the sun rose higher in the sky.
The Pacific Coast, somewhere between Los Angeles and Monterey Bay. Crashing waves on rock cliffs, the light bold bright, and an unexpected peace. All the while I had been grieving, these waves were in motion.
Malabar Farm State Park, Christmas Day. Mike and I awake to snow and lots of it. Bundling into our warmest layers, finding the backpacking stove and freeze-dried meals, pouring hot chocolate, and off we go. Well-being suffuses us as we trudge up hills and into valleys, the snow enclosing all in its beauty and quiet.
Erica Bauermeister has this to say in her recent memoir, House Lesson: ‘….if you are stuck in the middle of writing a book or trying to figure out your life, perhaps the best thing you can do is walk.’
‘if you are stuck.’ Yes. Erica and Amelia Nagoski, in Burnout: the Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle, encourage movement, allowing the ‘flight or fight’ response to express itself in motion, any kind. I prefer walking. So many memories. So many miles.
And as I said to students yesterday evening, as Alexander Technique practitioners, we get to walk well, to walk knowing that we walk, allowing our heads to move up and away, our spines to lengthen, and our torsos to happily widen.
Wishing for you in the long winter days ahead, a few (or more!) walks-