Monday, October 18, 2010
at 12:08pm
I find solice from my mind on the 4 corners of my mat within the 4 walls of my home.
Self practice feels like true practice.
No verbal cues, reminders or corrections to distract my mind.
All I have is my breath to keep me grounded on my mat.
Inhaling to reach arms up, exhaling to fold foward.
Inhaling to look up half way and lengthen, exhaling to fold, planting my palms.
Inhaling to jump back to plank, exhaling to lower down.
Inhaling to upward facing dog, exhaling to downward facing dog.
Inhaling, exhaling.
Listening and moving from the breath will always take me home.