This morning as the rained poured down and the rest of the house still slept, I remembered to breathe. Deeply and luxuriously. Ah it felt good. I haven’t done that in a long time.
My yoga instructor once enlightened me while I lay in absolute stillness in Savasana on the floor of her studio. She said that this place of calm was a place that I could always return to. It would always be available to me as long as I allow it in and practice patience.
Why is something so simple, so difficult?