Authentic Grounding

I have always found this beautiful connection to the world when I feel it under my bare feet as I walk the uneven terrain. 

It may appear simplistic at the moment, however, that my physical connection to the earth feels like I am securing my existence externally and internally the same. 

I have never been truly aware of this. I reflect, yet I see how when my heart searched for answers it was the water, the sand, the gravel under my feet or the rock I sat on that was my place to find ease. 

That moment of vulnerability, where the questions that swirled in my head, or the heightened anxiety in my stomach found a place to better sit and be open to joy and grief. 

It's been a year now since I have sat physically on the floor and felt the earth so close or experienced the sand between my toes and freely being able to hold that earthed connection.

And now I am challenged to how I still find that authentic grounding still even if, in the present moments, its physical and tangible sensations can't be detected.

I use the past, or the experiences that resonate in my mind to find my foundation on the earth that helps me to feel and connect with what in front of me is real.

 I have discovered that the source of the grounding wasn't solely in the physical sense of touch or feeling. Rather, it was the time I took to sit for a moment and still myself, because the truth is the grounding, the searching. It's all initiated first with me.