Rushing Water

 

 

They say that the sound of rushing water relaxes the brain. It correlates to a meditative state to create a calming effect.

All I know is that I am drawn to the sound of flowing rushing water.  Some of my favorite hikes are where there are  nearby waterfalls. It amplifies the sound of  flowing/rushing water. This past week I was hiking to a waterfall, and I went to the middle of the creek bed to sit and meditate.

There is nothing like connecting to nature. It completely resets me. Nothing else can make me instantly become PRESENT and grateful like sitting in nature.  Add the sound of rushing water, and I literally levitate.

 

Like anything in life, it’s the journey.  The waterfall is the destination.  Seeing and experiencing the beauty and serenity is the goal. The healing is always in the path forward.  The trail.  As I walked this trail, I noticed the beauty that surrounded me.  The seasons were changing.  Everything was still lush green, with the faintest hints of fall setting in.  I had never seen this trail in early fall before.  It was stunning.

I stopped and took this picture.

 

Long before I knew how to meditate, I knew how to walk. Sometimes we over complicate things in life.  We underrate some fundamental non- negotiables.  Walking alone is a fundamental path to peace.  Mastering quieting your mind is no small feat. Especially when we are troubled, or have heavy thoughts.

Walking is simple.  Walking clears the clutter in the brain , forces the blood to flow in the body, and shifts our energy.  For me it was matter over mind.  Before we learn to master the mind, we may have to use muscle memory and master the body which can impact the mind.   It metaphysically creates endorphins. This can elevate our state.

 

There have been periods in my life where walking made ALL the difference.  Walk it out.  Dance it out.  Make it simple and get moving.   The more we learn, we can elevate to meditative states in mere moments.  However, I’ll never forget my initial path was always a crisp walk.

On this day, as I walked, I thought to myself,  this is the dream.  The path ahead has something beautiful up there.  (a waterfall ) The path back will encounter some unknown people and or creatures, but it will lead me to where I need to be. (home)  All along I heard the sound of rushing water singing to me a melody that I was EXACTLY where I needed to be, and everything was going to be better than ok.

 

No matter what you are going through, I can’t guarantee you’ll feel better though it, but I can guarantee that as you progress, the sound of rushing water can reassure you in ways that nothing else can.  Take a hike, and get some fresh air.  You may encounter world peace.

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