Everything in nature appears in rhythms.
Every bird has their own song, a sound sequence with which they create a rhythmical repetition.
The wind blows in reoccurring waves that make the leaves of the tree rustle.
The water in the lake ripples on the surface in a repetitive motion.
I focus on the repetitive sounds of my surroundings, the rhythmical music nature creates.
I let myself be moved.
I sense my moving.
I sense the muscles that create my movement.
I sense the sequences I am creating.
I feel my breath.
I sense my breath.
I hear my breath.
In. And out. In. And out.
Creating my own rhythm.
My own rhythmical repetition.
It reminds me.
I am part of nature.