A few months back, I wrote about grounding through crafting, but more than making something from scratch, taking a walk, is the ultimate grounding activity. It's cheaper than therapy, and you don't have to lay down, and it literally never fails to clear my head.
Having (mis)spent much of my youth walking around the capitals of Europe, I now know that when you're in foul mood, having your heart broken, or just need to be alone, walking, or hiking is the best way to get it all out of your system. Follow the lead of my younger self, put on your headphones, press "play" walkman (whatever, pod-people), let Morrissey sing to you alone, and put one foot in front of the other.
Whether it's along back alleys, over bridges, or down the trail and into the woods, it usually doesn't take many steps to shed your worries.
To be honest, almost every walk I've taken, it's precipitated some revelation, some small miracle, something to wonder about, some minor spiritual experience. Just walking and observing, leaves us open to the most minute scenes being played out on or path.
Spider's webs, moths hustling along, Towhees flitting in their treetop kingdoms…most often we're too busy to notice these things, but wandering aimlessly, we have time for them.
Or, conversely, if you're in a city: the arc of a bridge, some small gargoyle perched high above the eye-line, the smile of a passer-by, a child running; these are all treasures waiting to be discovered.
Walking far from home, all alone, without a destination in mind, is the best medicine for melancholy I can think of, a way to find your way back to yourself.
Bawl your eyes out if you have to (my younger self has cried in public in London, Paris, and Berlin), make up a ditty, talk to yourself, keep moving...
You never know when you're going to arrive, but you'll know when you get there.
Here's a promise to myself that next time I'm in a pissy mood, I'll just take a hike already.