I am a walker—
a walker in this vast journey called life.
Walking? Yes—walking.
Not just the rhythmic beat of feet on pavement,
but the sacred metaphor it carries.
Walking is about showing up.
Embracing the road ahead—dusty, winding, or steep.
It’s about perseverance in the face of challenge.
The grace to keep moving forward,
the stillness to listen deeply,
and the courage to let life shape you.
With every step, we absorb.
We reflect.
We gain clarity—not just about the path, but about ourselves.
There is a discipline to walking—
A quiet, often unseen discipline.
The discipline to hold your tongue.
The discipline to hold your emotions.
The discipline to observe, to soften, to let go.
Because the greatest opponent doesn’t stand in front of us.
It whispers within—
Doubt. Limitation.
That persistent inner critic.
But still, we rise—
with compassion,
with love.
And slowly, we quiet those voices—
not with force, but with kindness.
The journey itself becomes the destination.
This walk… is the walk of creation.
Of learning. Of remembering.
Of discovering not just who we are,
but what we are.
And the most sacred of all steps?
The journey inward.
The journey of experiencing the Self within the self.
That is where the true walk begins.
That is where the heart bows.
And the Beloved is felt in every breath.
