What is your next thing? Yes, that is what we usually think, what is your next post? Your next book? Your next project?
Usually at around this time of the year I get an inner invitation to drop everything and go within, to simply breathe. So I am breathing. Hard to do, I admit. The gravitational pull of New York City is close to me. The energy of the "doer" pushing around. The minutes clicking in an invisible clock of a world that has come to never rest.
It is nice to observe it and let it go. To practice asana and pranayama and even attempt meditaiton (rather than just sitting and thinking).
To breathe.
Usually at around this time of the year I get an inner invitation to drop everything and go within, to simply breathe. So I am breathing. Hard to do, I admit. The gravitational pull of New York City is close to me. The energy of the "doer" pushing around. The minutes clicking in an invisible clock of a world that has come to never rest.
It is nice to observe it and let it go. To practice asana and pranayama and even attempt meditaiton (rather than just sitting and thinking).
To breathe.
I get in the same mode every year around this time too. I love to spend an hour a day in savasana floating off to Jennifer Berezan's Returning or Seven Metals bowl music. Boy do I love going inside like that:)
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That sounds wonderful Lila... :-)
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