When my mind becomes too cluttered and it becomes hard to focus on what is at hand, I find I do my best thinking with my feet. I have to step out and walk away from it all for a while to come back to myself. The movement is like a prayer without words, and slowly the jumble of thoughts and the burden of all that is left undone is surrendered and peace fills the space that was where there was pressure.
Along the way, the light shifts. The sun is going down, but the fogginess that clouded my mind has lifted. There is light where there was once darkness, and it's the golden light that makes everything glow instead of the harsh and glaring midday sun. All is quiet, even with the evidence of activity and sound--the fallen trees, the animal tracks. There is just the sound of my steps and the awareness of the effort of my muscles and legs. All that was dulled before is now alert and alive. I feel full, but not in the unpleasant way in which I started. There is now a sense of possibility and I return, inspired.