On my morning walk today, at around halfway, I realised “I’m not thinking anything”. I wasn’t using the time to plan, to weigh options, to think how’s my to do list doing. There was a brief moment I felt I should’ve used this alone time better, where was my mind anyway?, and the next moment I laughed at myself for the mere idea of it.
I was doing exactly what I was supposed to. Walking without stopping, without thinking, gasping for air on the steep uphills, and communicating with as few words as possible with my accompanying dog Lotta. Listening. Allowing myself to become part of the view. Looking down the valley. Looking high above.
Rain was on our tail all the time, not quite catching us. It was windy, felt like March, with a cold wind that reminds me of the Baltic weather in southern Finland. The sun and dark clouds were playing in the sky.
And actually, I’m not sure if there’s anything much more important than that, gazing at this amazing nature around us.