Eyes closed

Occasionally, when the path is completely free of obstruction, I’ll walk with my eyes closed.

Ten seconds. Maybe twenty.

It brings about a moment of tension. Even knowing that there’s no potential for collision, the mind still holds a whisper of doubt. Like a picture book version of anxiety.

Walking with that feeling — walking through that feeling — is a small bit of practice for the mind to coach the body. For the mental self to remind the physical self, “All is well. Keep moving. All is well.”