A Distant Walk

I was walking along the streets nearby listening to some lectures on my MP4  it was a beautiful sunny afternoon and I was on my way to pickup my granddaughter from School. I cut across a little park which led to a very narrow path which opened up to some homes and a very small parkland. There are a number of littered Australian native trees in clusters and shrubs in this parkland and just across the road in front there is huge area of protected trees which hides a number of homes. I don’t think I have ever walked or driven past this little area of trees and land without acknowledging some sense of awe for this little untouched patch of land. But today during this walk there was only walking. There was no identification with the land or surroundings but rather just walking. I can’t particularly describe the significance of the experience. There is just walking. Let me try anyway, there was no me of which to speak of for that short period of about three minutes it takes to cross the parkland to speak of. There was no me looking, no me experiencing, observing , describing the usual awe I have for this land, there was no me there at all. Just walking. Just like the earlier incident I described in Borders, It was not till I left the Parkland that the I returns and then tries to fill in the gaps of the experience in order to maintain some form of control over this experience.  

Note: I add this here for the time being as I have no category to insert it in other than its resemblance to Border. My suspicions are that somehow our type of awareness which we enjoy in space time reality itself is evolving.