I stand on moss, on the forest floor, pine needles, sand. All my attention flows to the soles of my feet. I see with my feet, I feel with my feet. I could begin to release tiny roots. Energy in my body flows from one foot to the other—mindfully. Time, like sand in an hourglass, squeezes through a small opening toward eternity. With every step, anew. This moment of contact, of apparent connection, gives a sense of rooting. In Chinese tradition, there is the concept of „the four dignities,” which are Standing, Lying, Sitting, and Walking. These are „dignities” in the sense that they are ways of being fully oneself, a way to feel at home in our bodies, in their fundamental modes. Conscious walking, therefore, becomes a counterbalance to a kind of homelessness, being outside the body, renouncing it. Perhaps „grounding” is „homing,” or „settling,” that is, returning to live in our body, accepting this address. This simple gesture makes the home once again a sanctuary, giving access to what is beyond the mind. It reminds us of our origin, which is so easily forgotten in a world of progress and technology.It soothes, just as the touch of a mother’s skin soothes a bewildered newborn. It opens the forgotten spaces of the body, and consequently, intuition—knowledge older than ourselves.