The blue part of my throat
starts in my chest. I move through
the waves
of
thestartofsomething….

What I mean to say is I have trouble separating my throat from my chest. So much of what I feel is centered between my lungs. So much of what I say is drawn from that well of emotion sometimes I know I just shouldn’t speak.

I’m rarely speechless.

I remember a time when I was too young to know any better. I was told one lie and that changed everything. I’d been in a nest of integrity for so much longer … I didn’t know what being in a group feels like, but this was when I started to find my groups.

*Ahem*

I brought it back to the yoga today.  The trine of time, energy and intention conjoined an hour before work.  I did the 4 poses I need to ground myself.  My feet haven’t left the earth since.  The 15 minute savasana clicked everything in place.  I need that type of grounding with the moon getting all big and shiny like that.  I caught myself just in time.  The way I avoid trouble is making my own on a much smaller scale.  It’s entertaining and I’m remembering things that are important.  Like the yoga.  See, it works.