Running on ouchie ground – one of the most profound meditations…!
Worth a try 🙂
It lends itself to being here and now
In the step
Feeling the ground beneath the soles, relaxing, breathing – being – as the prickly ground ignites sensations in the foot and all through the body
Good Friday afternoon
The atmosphere quiet and still – the street empty save for a few passers by; a family out for a bike ride, a couple wandering along, laughing – holding hands.
I sat in the sun on the step – the rays hot on my face – a little sun trap – only this morning Anadi and I had run in a day that felt icy cold… Into a bitter freezing wind, across the expanse of Hyde park green green grassiness. My feet are getting used to springs’ celebration with its mercurial magic make up!
Warm one minute, not the next!
No thought is possible; when we stay with the vertical line of presence and experience it fully
No horizontal thinking
No past rumination or clinging on, or future fear – we can transcend the traps of the mind
Instead enjoying each step on the green grass, the smooth path turning to ouchie, the wide swathe of sand that sweeps through Hyde Park.
Feeling the earth beneath my feet.
A parakeet swoops in front of the magnolia bursting forth standing tall above the stream streaming and sparkling, which turns into a little waterfall.
Appreciating this beautiful park, which Henry V111 acquired from the monks of Westminster Abbey in 1536, he and his court were often seen on horseback, galloping in the hunt for deer
They’re still galloping now
And so back home
Along the Kings Road
I left Anadi at Jubilee place to run back to his new flat and I carried on alone…
Running around without shoes on creates quite a sensation…
I passed a young boy – about eleven years… ’WOW’ he exclaimed, and then ‘Mum mum look…’
A young child asked loudly ‘Daddy – why isn’t that lady wearing shoes..?
I wondered what answer they received…
As I ran on
Some people look down at my feet like they are two little wild animals that have escaped…As if I ( above my feet) don’t exist… But sometimes they stop me, to ask what it’s like… ‘Aren’t your feet cold’? One man enquired this morning…
No, no, I laughed…
And on I ran.
In the joy of pure presence, that each step brings
Knowing that when we stay fully in the step the next will take care of itself