The Meditation of Footsteps
Two weeks ago I hiked with friends in the Cederberg. As I was walking, sometimes in a group and sometimes solo, I became aware of the sound of footsteps, my own or others. The area was so quiet that each step could be heard, strong and clear. Each step forward felt and sounded considered, contemplative and present.
I thought that if ever I write a book, I will call it The Meditation of Footsteps.
I am thinking we all need to walk together.
So that we can hear our footsteps.
And not the bombs.
Or the collective weeping.