At Popham Beach, I do walking meditation. It’s a gray day, soft, muffled and few people.
In walking meditation I give my mind a break and place it on my footsteps-toes then heels touching the sand. The eddies swirl about them. I feel the seaweed between my toes.
Actually it’s a training process of learning to place my mind wherever I wish.
Much of the time I don’t need to be ‘thinking’.
I can just let go.
Of course in reality I can never stop thinking, but I can create big open spaces between thoughts and open up to my world.
In this life, I have that possibility.