During the morning, other detainees like to sleep in. I enjoy those moments of quietly sitting in the dayroom.
A couple of guys were up this morning. They were speedwalking around the dayroom. Somehow, I decided to do walking meditation.
I walked across the dayroom back and forth mindfully. Each time I lifted my foot, I breathed in deeply. When I planted my foot, I exhaled fully, making sure I felt the concrete floor that sustained me. I have nowhere to go and nothing to do. My focus was on my breath, feet, and concrete floor. There was only now.
It's been awhile since I have walked mindfully. Now, if I can hug a tree, I'll be all good.