the wind...
it's more powerful than i've ever experienced it here...or anywhere for that matter...
stripping the desert raw; scoured of pretense...screaming at me, so confrontational i can hardly bear it, and i crumble. collapse.
admit. yes,
i did it,
i'm guilty.
even though i know not what of.
and i believe it.
what a gift to go into the yoga studio today. into a space in which i could BREATHE without fear; of dust, of being swallowed alive, of being swept away, of being ripped to shreds of a something once self.
emily's words sent my mind to places and faces of people for whom this essential luxury-- not just the luxury of yoga and a beautiful bamboo floor and shelter from the wind, but the luxury of BREATHING deeply-- is not even imaginable.
how blessed i am to live without the fear of exhaling; how paradisal to live this ability to relax to sink in to let go.
may i always see it; appreciate it; shine it; cultivate it.
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