Soften your eyes.
Notice your breath.
Directions I need to, want to follow in this life.
I bend and can unhinge my hips enough to let my hamstrings stretch longer, releasing my head closer to the ground than the last time I hung here in this room. I breathe in and use my breath to propel my spine straight and lengthen out. When the outbreath is through, I let my inhale curve me down, deep, inside, down to the floor. The pads of my fingers impact lightly and I feel the tactile delicate contact with the wood. I let my breath ride my spine back and forth and with each outbreath let the release deepen a little more, a little more.
I ride home in my minivan and listen to 'I want my MTV' by Dire Straits and laugh at how silly life is. I ride the empty highway, it fills up with tractor trailers and we all roll together side by side, what is going on in everyone else's life around me? Are they pondering their existence, if it is of value, and if it is, to whom?
My meaning is on my mind.
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