When the sun is furthest from it’s peak - yet still high enough to light one’s way,
Venturing upon a well marked track into the Australian Bushland on foot,
May be the grounding element one needs to not only exercise their body,
But reset one’s mental perspective; clearing unnecessary thoughts at play.
For irrespective any apanthropic tendencies one may have - seraphic time in nature,
Disconnected from civilisation to take a long slow breath and a moment to just be,
Can ripple throughout ones life without further deliberate effort from your conscious mind,
Allowing mindfulness a chance to embrue a subconscious perception as an increasing overture.
Hence taking a moment to not just walk but to notice the environment one walks through,
Opening yourself to energetically feel all within your aura and the vibration they emit towards you,
The smell of the plants clearing your senses; alerting you to dampening changes in weather before it’s cue,
Animals in the area leaving remnants to remind you that you’re far from alone with many a clue.
Thus note the dirt beneath your feet and it’s ability to inform you of the usage of your chosen track,
The story it can tell providing more than an element of knowledge but a necessary warning,
For one’s very survival may be at risk if signs of danger are seen yet unacknowledged,
Depending on where your preference to walk lies ignorance could have you never getting back.
Therefore a bush walk amongst the magic of Australia’s breathtaking bushland ’tis a mindful practice,
Requiring knowledge of one’s environment and it’s energetics to be an essential guide,
A lackadaisical mindset needing to evolve swiftly to enjoy the full experience one can find,
Once aligned in connection rather than plowing onwards with little more than increasing endurance.
Daily writing prompt
What’s the most fun way to exercise?
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