No food or water before I go. Just me and my thoughts walk down the front walk toward the mountains, where the sun is acting all shy, hiding from me.
Then I climb the hill toward the warmth, saying a quiet little prayer that the glow will pop out and cook me a little as I go. And when it does I close my eyes and walk right into it, like a guest who has been invited into the parlor for tea.
By now I am pretty awake and ready to think about things that matter to me. Is my 14-yr old getting the attention he needs and deserves? Did I say the right thing to my friend when she asked my advice? I need to really go through those boxes downstairs.
I am back home now, after a few miles and a few hundred thoughts. The bedroom door is still closed as I hear the dogs rustling around. Out they go as I sit and read or type. My time with my body and my mind. And we get reacquainted.