Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’ll be using manicules (those pointing finger symbols) to direct your attention to something I’m pondering that delights or interests me. Each entry is somehow related to an unusual, obscure, or simply charming to me word.
B is for…
bimble – gentle meandering walk with no particular haste or purpose
There’s something about this word as it crosses my lips always makes me smile. In a world more likely to be task-focused and time-oriented, there’s a gentle eccentricity about it that delights me. And somehow I imagine that a mission to keep one’s feet on the joy trail requires more than an occasional bimble’
I think perhaps especially when on a bimble one can best practice Thich Nhat Hanh’s beautiful invitation to “walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.” I happen to know from experience that doing so pleases Earth, and she often responds with offering the most wonderful treasures in return. For instance, on a recent bimble I found a patch of tiny purple flowers hiding; saw a squirrel dragging half a bagel to a secret noshing spot before being noticed by his peers; found a feather; and deliberately splashed through a series of puddles for the sheer joy of it.
I’m doing a lot of dedicated Rumi reading this year, and I keep returning to one of my favorite pieces:
“Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty & frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”
Perfect isn’t it? Not only do I see it as an invitation on how to live, but can’t you imagine what a joy it would have been to walk with Rumi and be In the presence of someone so masterful at being in the present moment? What a wonderful companion to join with on a bimble.
I’m also reminded of Henry Miller’s words:
“One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.“
That’s a wonderful perspective – I really appreciate the spaciousness of it. And perhaps that’s the real gift of a bimble – reminding ourselves that we always have the opportunity to see with new eyes and a new heart.
What about you? Have you been meandering lately? Suspect, as I do, that a parasol is a perfect accessory for a bimble? What do you want to be looking at in a new way, with fresh eyes and an open heart? Do tell – you know I love to hear.