This Sunday's writing prompt was from How to Walk, by Thich Nhat Hanh: "Make an agreement with the flight of stairs (I don't have stairs so I chose my slate walkway) you use most often. Decide to always practice walking meditation on those stairs, going up and going down; don’t climb those stairs absentmindedly. If you commit to this and then realize you have climbed several steps in forgetfulness, go back down and climb up them again. Over twenty years ago, I signed such an agreement with my stairs, and it has brought me great joy. "
Flagstones are solidly hard suckers. 73 of them make up a
path that leads to and from my front door. I walk them dozens of times every
day without really noticing them or appreciating them. So out I go to walk the
familiar stones in a new way. I am not walking them in proper walking
meditation form. I'm not paying attention to my breathing, but rather directing my
full attention to the stones beneath my feet. I remember that they were a gift
from a long-ago friend, laid down to ease the plentitude of mud that made up my
path before the stones came.
The slates I walk so carelessly are really quite beautiful.
Blue-gray in color, striated in places, chipped here and there, they are laid
end-to-end and side-by-side from my cottage doorstep to that of my landlord in
the big house. Various plants—dandelions, chickweed, violets, a few wild
strawberries— grow in the dirt between the slates. Ants have their sand hills
there, and stray leaves that escaped the rake huddle along the edges.
The path leads me from home to the world and back again. It
is a constant in a universe of change, though even it changes under the hand of
winter frost and summer rains. The slates themselves harbor the weather,
soaking up the sun that burns my bare feet when the temperature rises and
sporting a layer of ice when the temperature drops.
Today they are warm to my bare feet and dusty from broom
leavings sent carelessly across them when I swept the adjoining patio. I had
plans to pull the greenery growing between the slates, to tidy the walk of
rooted weeds that, if left alone, overtake the slates; messy, sprawling weeds
only because they are unwanted. Today, however, they will get a reprieve. Today
they are part of my contract with my path, a reminder to travel mindfully
across these 73 stones, my path to and from home, to and from enlightenment.
5 comments:
Now that is one lovely piece of writing and a good reminder to me of being more mindful. Thank you!
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First of all, I love steps, paths, trails. I like the idea of choosing a place that you walk often and trying to be mindful as you take those steps, paths, trails. I'll remember your writing and try to find my own mindful place to do a walking meditation. Thanks for your words.
What a beautiful post. I need to be more mindful as I walk the also hardy sidewalks of New York. Stopping by from Barb's.
Lovely writing Pauline. I feel I'm there with you, picking my way carefully, mindfully across that blue slate...I have a path out back I can use for mindful walking. It's down through the pines to where I dump my compost. Thanks for a great idea. Wasn't it TNH who said 'when you're washing the dishes, really wash the dishes, don't be distracted by anything past or future, just be there totally focused on washing those dishes'...!
If only that would work for the blog! Wax(write) on, Wax(write) off. Totally focused, no distractions! In my dreams.
I think I have a place where I can practice this. What a cool idea.
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