I want to talk about my buckets. I place a couple of them to capture condensed water from our A/C system.
It is pure water extracted from the air of our home. Part of that moisture is from the breath we exhale. I then use the unadulterated liquid to water our Japanese maple, tomatoes, and house plants.
It is comforting to know that part of my breath goes to nourish the lives of these beautiful beings with which we share Earth.
Speaking of breath,
Yoga this past week with Adriene has been blissful. One morning we did Yoga for Creativity. It was interesting to note her demeanor change, become more creative and relaxed as we progressed through the routine. Adriene's playful combination of breath work, and power poses, with spiritual awareness is something I find extremely useful.
I breathe into my painful spots and find the pain eases. We “swoosh” through center to the other side. Lengthen through the crown through water or sand…side body stretch…anchoring naval to spine…exhaling with Benji…come onto all fours and linger in cow for a moment to contemplate the meaning of the pose where a cow is offering her udder to the calf…FREE THE NIPPLE…Adriene exhorts!
I laugh. I have found what feels good. I marry my breath to movement. Breathe first. Breathe and movement evolves from the breath. I sit in the Zen pose, cross legged, exploring my heart space; a high, thick granite wall surrounds it. Behind the wall contained and concentrated rages a storm of Jupiter.
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