Notice the space narrow as your throat muscles draw together in support of one another, giving rise to your breath as it mirrors the wind, fanning the flames of your own alchemy. Can we encourage that gentle congregation?
Have you done that yet this week? Let your toes & heart & hands remember what its like to pause, linger long enough for your fascia, muscles, and mind to re-balance?
“The caterpillar doesn’t know it’s destined to be a butterfly, and the butterfly doesn’t forget who it was before it grew wings.”
I know I’m a week overdue with words to feed your hungry heads and hearts. I’ve been stepping through the forest, making yoga mats medicinal and looking up at the […]
“In short, all good things are wild and free.” ~Henry David Thoreau
In the hustle and bustle of December city life, how do we preserve our minds from energetic strife? One foot grounded in a concrete flow, while our larger Soul muscles […]
Her feet reach out above the earth, as if they are finally taking stance after months of shuffling thru. Toes precise and pointing wide, intuitively proud of what they are […]
Her hamstrings reached out over the ground, grateful for the cool sensation of an earthen surface. Heels pressing down into the dampness of leaves and fallow land as her back […]
I find myself hard-pressed to disagree with Rumi, we’re blood relatives from the same energetic tribe, like the way the wings of the scapula mirror each other, those back body […]
Surprising how glass shoes can carry you, down side streets, along concrete city sidewalks speckled with gum and paid meters, over brown wooden floors, up to orange rubber yoga mats […]