Walking as a Way Home
I never used to think much of walking.
It was just a way to get somewhere. A way to pass time. Something you do when the car is too far or your thoughts feel too loud.
But lately, I’ve come to see it differently. I slip outside for a walk during lunchtime. Walking slowly, without music and without destination has become a way back to myself.
Not far. Not fast. Just a few blocks. Sometimes less.
The Ritual of Slowness
Each walk begins the same: no headphones, no notifications. A gentle breath in. A quiet pause at the door.
Then I step out.
I let my body lead. Not in a rush, not with purpose. I just need to be in presence
The world moves differently when you do. The breeze feels slower. The birds sing louder. Even the air has more shape to it.
Noticing Again
I walk the same path often around the block at Barangaroo, through the building jungles, down to the water.
And yet, I never see the same thing twice.
Some days it’s the way the shadows stretch long across the pavement. Other days, it’s the color of a fallen leaf, or the shape of a cloud that looks like a letter I once forgot to send.
It’s not about novelty.
It’s about noticing. Again.
A Path Inward
We tend to think of mindfulness as stillness. Sitting cross-legged. Eyes closed. Silence.
But walking can be just as sacred. One step, one breath, one moment at a time. It is meditation in motion: a way to stay soft while the world spins fast.
These midday walks — short, unplanned — have become my reset. The moment between the doing. The space to simply be.
And the more I walk like this, the more I return to myself. Not the rushed version. Not the polished one. Just me.
A Gentle Invitation
If you’re feeling disconnected, untethered, or just tired, you can step out at lunch.
Even ten minutes will do.
Leave your phone behind, if you can. Walk without urgency. Let your senses open. Let your breath slow.
You don’t need a plan.
You don’t even need a destination.
Just a willingness to arrive where you already are.
Walking won’t solve everything.
But sometimes, it’s enough to simply return.