Sitting in meditation this month I feel myself beginning to fall off the bone- tenderizing with the breath. I have a space now between the limiting messages and concepts encrusted on my body.
Sitting in meditation this month I feel myself beginning to fall off the bone- tenderizing with the breath. I have a space now between the limiting messages and concepts encrusted on my body.
The day after the storm is still. The sunrise turning alabaster contours of fresh snow into a glowing peach chiffon gown. But my mind still blows around in the winds of yesterday.
Thank You for the in praise of winter. I am here in Maine in the winter blizzard of...
Judy,
What a surprise ball to find your response to Breathing on my Own and to...
Gina, That was a good start.Ahh.. To be brought on the walk with the painfully...
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