Walking alone in the woods is my favorite meditation.
Yesterday, I was feeling a vague sense of ill-ease. There was no particular cause I could put a finger on. In the evening, I decided to take a walk in the woods. First, I scaled the small, steep mountain at the edge of our property and then followed a road from a small, family cemetery up towards higher elevations. As I exerted myself, I realized that I felt better—more alive. The inner monologue faded away seamlessly, into a quiet awareness of the landscape. It’s times such as these that I feel the clearest.