I am a young toddler learning to walk and taking my first steps. The divine joy I feel in my body cannot be contained as I explore what it feels like to move my body in such a way that my legs are holding me up and as I move them -I move. Having spent the past twelve or so months adjusting to being in this amazing body of mine I am now ready to move into the world around me.
My family surrounding me is full of love and joy as well, their beaming smiles reflecting this back to me and our laughter intermingles and fills the room as they encourage and support me in taking my first steps. The love in the room is palpable and I feel how my joy and love of being touches the same heavenly place within them.
Over the following months and years, I experience sadness for the first time as my family’s openness to my joy-filled and deeply loving way of being slips away and a stealthy disconnection and hardness settle back in. These were some of the last moments where I felt my family express such unbridled joy and the marker stays with me as I move into life longing for this level of joy naturally flowing through me to be reflected back to me. Instead, what I begin to feel is my connection to the joy and love I naturally am slowly slipping away from me, too.
I am a teenager struggling to find my feet with the unsettled sense that I am being walked. My walk, I have learned, risks exposing others in their lack of joy and love: that unchecked joy of my first steps is no longer welcomed or appreciated and I am a quick learner when it comes to conforming and staying under the radar as much as possible. My movements and my walk have come to mimic those around me as it’s the only way I can figure out how to live my life in the reflection of those who long ago lost touch with their innate joy and love for life. Although I put on a similar mask to the ones I see those around me wearing, I have not forgotten the joy and love I came into this world with, I have merely learned to pretend I have forgotten.
Deep inside is a restlessness that occasionally tries to call me back to the love that I am from, but I have learned by now that allowing myself to be called back to this love is a dangerous and futile exercise. So, I establish and build upon my wall of protection, layer upon layer, year after year to keep me in and everyone else out.
By the time I leave my teenage years behind, I have mastered the art of living in disconnection to my true self and even manage to convince myself and those around me that living life like this is where it’s at. I busy myself with all manner of distraction, believing that the next ski run or exotic beach, the next boyfriend or job or house will deliver me from the restlessness I feel festering just below the surface, no matter how much I try to distract myself from it.
I haven’t forgotten the stupendous love and joy I entered this world as, but I have taken on the belief that my way back to this love and joy is lost to me forever. I spend the next 30 years being walked, rocking the boat only when the truth of my being absolutely has to be expressed, no matter the cost or consequence, only to cower back into my being walked-ness as the resulting wrath coming towards me through others for speaking the truth is unleashed.
I am a 50-year-old woman taking my first steps toward walking my own walk again. The path of return to walking my own walk has been a long and arduous one, yet pales into insignificance when I look at where returning to walking my own walk has led me to thus far. Walking my own walk, I am re-discovering, is about me in the fullness of life, exploring the grand love that I am, and am from, and my inner constellation that is reflected back to me in the stunning night sky. It’s about me deepening, walking my own walk every morning along the river before going to work where the light of the early morning moon playfully dances along the water’s surface, reflecting this playfulness back to me in the cold, dark but embracing winter months, just as the rising sun and shimmering blue sky reflect new life and beginnings brought on by the rhythm of the spring and summer cycles.
Walking my own walk has seen the dawn of me leaving my crippling self-doubt and unloving ways behind, peeling away those protective layers so carefully put in place in my younger years. Walking my own walk again sees me touching on the joy and love I came into this world as, reminding me of who I truly am and how every returning step, regardless of how daunting or painful some of the steps may seem, is a step closer to re-turning to the joy and love I felt in my body as that young toddler taking her very first steps. Walking my walk to re-discover that the re-turn to the joy and love we are, each and every one of us, is not lost to us… covered up under layers of protection and neglected, yes -but never ever lost.
I have been hugely inspired since attending the Walking Therapies sessions presented by Serge Benhayon. Several years before Serge introduced the Walking Therapies, I observed him walking across a courtyard towards the building I was in and I remember being struck by his walk. It felt like he was walking at one not just with himself and his surroundings, but also with the universe – walking without disturbance or imposition. This feeling felt foreign to me and yet, oh so familiar. Serge being Serge, holding nothing back and walking in full transparency, he is now sharing Walking Therapies with the world as a way of presenting how supportive, powerful and life-changing a walk can truly be. What a man, what a walk.
What a gift!
Although my daily morning walk felt supportive before, it incorporates purpose-full-ness now as well: it is my daily re-connection to me and my surroundings, and to the universe and my place in it. My walk has become the foundation that supports me as each step I take, not only on my morning walk but throughout my day, confirms my purpose and provides me with a platform of clarity and connection that supports me in my every movement throughout my day – the simplicity of walking my own reclaimed walk to deepen my purpose and reflect to others the all that I am.
By Brigette Evans
The Power of my Walk
The Wake of our Walk
Serge Benhayon and Walking Therapy – A profound healing experience
109 thoughts on “Walk, Walked, Walking”
❤️Love what you have shared Brigette, as it makes us take a step back and process the way we walk and present ourselves in all we do.
“Walking my own walk, I am re-discovering, is about me in the fullness of life, exploring the grand love that I am, and am from,” An inspiration for stepping back into glory and the more people who walk their own walk, the more others are inspired to equally walk their own walk to re-discover the love that they are and we all come from.
Having observed my 1 year old son take his first steps recently I can confirm the joy you write about Brigette, absolutely exists. Then I find myself plodding to work, late for the bus, stressed – what on earth is going on? Don’t I know there’s heaven to reflect to my every step? Thanks for this beautifully written reminder.
Serge Benhayon’s walk reflects a man so settled in his own body. And on first name terms with God, has him on speed dial.
To me what Serge Benhayon is sharing with the world is that we can have a one on one relationship with God, there is no need to go to church or seek God through any other means than through our inner heart. We have been so lied to that the only way to God is through punishments, hardship and penance and that God only speaks though a member of a religious organization. I am relearning that God is accessible to everyone and it is our given right to have open access to him.
The walking therapies have shown me more how the quality of our movements makes an impact. In our bodies and around us.
And also that the way we walk continues to evolve and deepen our awareness of our connection to our essence❤️.
‘…covered up under layers of protection and neglected, yes -but never ever lost.’ Our true love is never far away waiting for us to discover this is the only way to walk, to live in the magnificence of the God we are.
I remember once reading how the Prophet Muhammed taught people how to walk, with a stride that is strong and clear. Walking is also spoken about in the Christian faith, in Colossians 4:5 we see that there is a quality in which we can walk and that quality is of our choosing – “Walk in wisdom toward those who are outside, redeeming the time.” In Galatians 5:25 we see that there is more to our walk, that we can either hide what we know or show it in full, regardless of the outcome – “If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit”. Hippocrates is quoted to have said “If you are in a bad mood go for a walk. If you are still in a bad mood go for another walk”, demonstrating the transmuting quality of a walk, suggesting a walk can release a ‘bad mood’ returning one to themselves, even going on to say “Walking is man’s best medicine”. So we can see that the use of walking is used for more than just a pretty metaphor but as something much deeper. We know when someone is feeling confident within themselves, as it’s evident in their walk, we know when someone has been beaten down by life, it too is evident in their walk. So what if there was a way to walk that was true to ourselves and not what life had made us? What if our walk could help us heal, grow and/or expand? This here is just a simple comment on a blog, but there is much here for us to consider. If our walk is so powerful and holds such great capacity for healing, would we not want to learn how to maximise this in our daily living? Everyone else throughout history seems to know this, so why not we?
We either claim who we are with our walk or we get walked by something we are not, it’s as simple as that.
Simply reclaiming the way we walk reconnects us to all that we know to be true and are and yet walking that which is imposed or chosen as less takes us further away. Great to have such a simple choice and way of walking back to a way of living that we know innately and can observe so easily in young children.
Having purpose is so important, whether walking or in any other daily activity. When this us so, we are supported so much. I experienced this recently whilst walking up the chateau at Montsegur in France. No way could I have done that on my own. I felt that – and others – were given the energy required to do so. Not bad for four women in their late sixties….
Walking – and reimprinting – recently in the south if a France with three friends made me even more aware of the importance of staying present with our body whilst we walk.