11th of March 2018. Ibiza.
Today I walk for a long time. I decide to walk across some hills and a valley, from my home to the home of some friends. I know the path. It is not randomly walking. I use this two and half hour walk to exercise this discipline of mine.I spend half the time negotiating with myself debating wether I should keep this discipline on this walk or should I just relax. I seem to give time to do both.
The space is very open, fields on either side, no cars or people and a large blue sky above. Immensity.
This feeling of immensity distracts me from the sensation I usually have of being in a Labyrinth. There are no boundaries, no paths.
I get the real sensation of paths being an artificial creation.
The more I get into the forest the stronger the smells of the herbs, pine, rosemary, thyme and juniper.
These are the moments I let go and inhale profoundly and I find myself smiling.
The steps I take are easy and fluid.
The path I step on is known. I try to not recognise it.
In pure nature I realise the magic of what surrounds me is still present.
The trees, plants, stones, dirt, leaves etc...are all a representation of what I name them to be. I relaise they are not one given thing I need to suspend it´s use.
It´s a true element in itself and still carries a mystery to be resolved, even if we know so many of them anyway.
A group of trees take on a single personality.
A rock, a green furry bush and some dry twigs create a new being.
The sky is high and I am small.
The paths in this labyrinth are organic and relative to each other, imprecise.
In a way, as I walk on this ground I am also walking though the paths in my own body.
I am no different to this palpitating alive surface.
