How To Work

How To Work

 

pretend there’s a string

attached to your head,

pulling it toward the ceiling.

 

roll your shoulders back

enjoy the crunching sound

your shoulder blades make

after a morning of hunching forward.

 

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A Heart Opening

A Heart Opening

Stand with your bare feet on the ground, hip width distance apart, if you are in a climate that allows doing so, or in front of a window if you are in a part of the world that is currently covered in snow. If standing isn’t an option for you, sit with your back straight; in a chair or in a comfortable cross legged position on the floor.

Let your arms dangle at your sides, roll your shoulders on your back and let your gaze roll down the tip of your nose, or close your eyes.   Engage your core.

Breathe in through your nose, deep into your belly, and let your arms reach out and up above your head. Bring your palms to touch and look up. Exhale and let your arms float back down again to your sides.

Repeat.

Breathe in through your nose, deep into your belly, and let your arms reach out and up above your head. Bring your palms to touch and look up. Exhale and let your arms float back down again to your sides.

Feel the energy from the core of the earth rise through your breath and ground you fully into your being.

Feel the energy that you hold in your own core mesh with the energy that pulses through all of creation.

Feel the energy and let it offer a sense of calm.

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Wading Into The Fog

Wading Into The Fog

We have big dreams, you and I.  We wade out into the bog with our eyes closed to the mist and wonder what those dreams want of us.  The mist envelopes our senses and seeps into our skin, keeping us confused, pulling us further into possibilities of what might be, if.  The fog is thick with wondering.

Our hopes whisper and dance and ask us to do something, yet we still wonder, still we hesitate, still we peer through the fog and look for a clearer way.  Somehow we know that the way is here in this swampy place. Even though the mist and the fog are what we see and feel.  Even though the fog is thick, and we can’t get our bearings.

When we breathe, the air is heavy and thick with moisture.  We can see water droplets swimming before us, and we sense that a version of truth is inside each one.  Right here, ready to be inhaled when we can breathe deeply enough to be the mist.  When we can agree to the possibilities of what might be, if. When we can see that the present; the fog and the mist, are part of the story.

Perhaps we can wade into the bog and let the uncertainty of the times lead us to the truth than needs to speak.

Perhaps we can let the fog and the haze be the way forward.

Perhaps we can remember how to to perceive differently than we thought we would need to.

Perhaps we can breathe in and out, as one with the whispers of maybe as they evolve into what is.

Photo titled “..the lake..” by Elena-Shumilova.  See more of her work via her gallery.