Nobody else is flinching. They’re all breathing. In and out. In. And. Out. Eyes gently shut, all the women are centered on their mats, breathing, hands at heart center, I can’t help but think like a praying mantis. Who kill their partner after sex. via GIPHY But these women don’t seem violent at all, they’re all super chill. I know, because my eyes are wide open and I’m scanning the
Learning to breathe when the world is unraveling
This was supposed to be fun, open up the creative juice box (ooh, that sounds dirty), instill self-discipline, offer a sense of accomplishment, establish a pattern of daily writing that can only make me rich. Or famous. Or maybe just happy. I challenged myself with National Blog Posting Month #NaBloPoMo, to post one blog a day for month of November. I was ready. I am ready. I can do this. Here is