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by White Feather
Walking the land, you are in touch with the planetary heartbeat.
The more you walk, the more in synch you become. You begin to see the subtle earth energies at work. They are right there
but you never noticed before.
Walking is rhythmic. All drumbeats are auditory reflections of the planetary heartbeat.
You
can walk the same mile two hundred times and you will experience at least two hundred new things; something new each time.
One
walk could intersect another walk you did twenty-four years ago even though you are now in a completely different place. Earth
energy lines intersect all over the place; both in the physical and the non-physical. Every line somehow connects to all others.
And all roads lead to Home.
When you walk the very same mile one hundred thirty-seven times and then when you walk
it the one hundred thirty-eighth time and you do so while that mile is under two feet of snow, it's like taking a walk in
a different dimension. It's intensely different.
There are so many dimensions right here. We never have to travel.
But walking acts to turn the kaleidoscope. It is the turning of the pages that allows the story to unfold.
When you
walk and as your feet pad upon the planetary Mother's skin, you are in a very creative state. Walking into the infinite field
of possibilities, each step we take is an interdimensional birth.
When we walk we are engaging the NOW in all its many
dimensions. When we walk we are engaging our selves and our own many dimensions. When we walk in joy and awe our bodies respond
with the production of life hormones. With each mile our bodies become more balanced and playful. With each mile we see more--even
if it is the same mile.
We could say every mile takes us closer to Home. Or we could say that we bring Home with us
with each new step. We could also say that everything we see as we walk our walk is a new and different reflection or perspective
of Home. Or we could say Home is everywhere we walk.
Walking is like pages of a book. If it's a book you've got to
read but are not enjoying much you read quickly, often skimming, and the pages are turning rapidly. It it's a book you are
thoroughly enjoying you savor every word and the pages turn much more slowly. How quickly do you walk?
Isn't it amazing
how ten inches of snow cannot keep us separated from the planet but six inches of rubber can?
Isn't it amazing how
the white of the nighttime snow perfectly reflects the white of the nighttime clouds? And our breath is the same color. And
so is the moon.
The clouds and our breath and the moon, however, do not scrunch underfoot like the snow does. Wouldn't
it be great to take a walk through a cloud to see what kind of sound it makes?
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