A big proper walk.
I took a different route on an extended walk yesterday and found a charming bridge over a brook that I never knew existed, a walker’s gate that I was totally unaware of, a totally different aspect of the valley I live in.
Heavenly.
I find it very exciting getting to know where I live, in a really immersive way. I did the same when I lived in the centre of London.
“Getting lost on purpose.” Finding out where the land lays. Those first few years were a dream. “Oh, I live here.”
It’s especially exciting for me exploring where I live now because I grew up here and there are, as I have discovered, an absolute plethora of places right on our doorstep that we never visited.
Never visited! Not once.
So here’s the point. It’s not just a walk. No, no, no. It’s an adventure. I think we’ve lost that sense of adventure. Of setting the intention, of deciding to go for it, of having a marvellous, magical time – getting stuff done. You might call it ticking things off the list but it’s so enjoyable.
Let yourself go for a walk! A massive one! Discover, relish, be free.