Rest Day. Week 5 is a “down” week. Which means a break with less mileage so my body can recover and prepare for the coming weeks.
After my morning meditation, I continued my session by exploring around the rooms. “Continued my session” because I had my eyes closed and maintained an even breath. The only difference was that I was on my feet and moving. Slowly.
Without the aid of any visual inputs, each step was a discovery. The texture surfaces where my foot landed told me if I was on a carpet, floor or, surprise, some other objects like a furniture. I would verify the feedback with my mental picture of the rooms and correct my course.
Balance usually taken for granted had to be more deliberate and re-calibrated from time to time. Particularly when I was surprised. Whenever I sensed a fear or panic began to set in, such as I knew a step or wall was near, I stopped, focused on my breathing, and tuned in to my sensors. Relying on them to be my guides.
The intensity of the light indicated if I was moving toward or away from an opening. The sounds from the ticking of the clock and the fan noise of the refrigerator were signposts guiding my way around. I could even feel something near by from the pressure on the hairs of my arms. What an experience!
Have you tried walking meditation?