I set out with no plan other than to get out on a trail and move my body in nature for the next hour-and-a half. Today’s “run” wasn’t about the distance covered or the pace set; it was to spend some time alone, without external distractions, to contemplate all the big ideas rolling around in my head. I ventured onto the trail, embarking on an odyssey into the sanctuary of both nature and my own mind.

As I started off down the trail, I embraced the silence and tuned in to the sounds of nature around me – just me, the trail, the calling of the wind, the chirping of birds, the occasional crunch of ice. Despite the cold, and previous night’s freezing rain, I hadn’t considered that the trail might be icy. This demanded a slower pace which made it easier for me to get lost in my mind. 

For me, the forest is a sacred space, and most runs are a moving meditation. Today, I let my mind wander, and wonder, as I contemplated my dreams, goals, and aspirations. With each step, or stride, I tuned into my intuition. When did I become so sure of what was next in life? What was I striving for? 

The trail transformed into a metaphorical gateway, offering glimpses of the future. Visions unfurled, vivid and compelling, each step propelling me closer to the life of my dreams. With the absence of distractions, insights blossomed in my mind, nudging me towards decisions and actions aligned with my authentic self. The trail became a conduit for my intuition, guiding me with each step. 

As the run came to an end, I felt a sense of clarity. I had assessed my goals, seen visions of the future, and heard the message the lean into my intuition The trail, my companion in this introspective journey, as it has been so many times before, had become a canvas for my thoughts and a conduit for my dreams. Today’s run wasn’t just a physical exercise – it was a mindful exploration, a communion with myself, and a testament to the transformative power of moving meditations.

With no planning, no route picked, only following the trails as I felt drawn to them, I ended my run just one minute prior to the time I set to be back to the car so I could head to pick up my boys from school. I hadn’t consulted my watch or sped up to get back in time. I trusted my inner knowing, and once again was rewarded for having faith in intuition. 

This meditative practice reiterated the same message I’ve been receiving for years: Be Boundless.