Today was about breathe.
Running through soft snow, big flakes falling down, trees blanketed, dog chasing squirrels, my breathe accompanying me, rising as I went up hills and falling strongly as I went down. The snowy, wet world and the sound of my inhale and exhale.
Yoga class. We cupped our hands around our ears and listened to the ocean inside us, the rhythm of our innerness, the sound of nature that resides inside. The simplicity of such an act mixed with profound wonderment, like that of a child who holds a shell to their ear for the first time, when you hear the water, the waves, the beat of liquid against sand.
My breathe will guide me to sleep tonight and will wake me in the morning.
