The words get lost sometimes. I create
an entire adventure and when it's time to bring that story to life on
paper it disappears.
It's smoke. I can feel it. Taste it. It
permeates the room and my soul... but.. it's gone from me. Touching
it. Weaving it into something tangible is like trying to hold onto
the smoke that swirls around the room.
And then I'm left~ alone. Just me and
the idea of an idea that I had dancing in my head. And possibility
that isn't anymore.
So, I stopped trying. I stopped writing. I
stopped looking for my way with my words and I started using yoga as
a canvas for my art. The postures my expression for the buzzing in
my head. I found a quiet space and the words left me.
I am setting the intention now. The
intention of words. Words and posture need not live exclusively in
my life. I can have and create both. They are both a part of my
whole self. I just need to make the space to produce and work with
the words as well as the art that is my personal yoga. This is how I
take the lessons learned off the mat into my daily life.
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