I have been immersing myself in the woods. Extraordinarily long walks in the jungle interspersed with pranayam breaks.
Long deep conscious breath, feeling into a quiet song only the forest knows how to sing.
Sitting through and with this pause invokes a tenderness that is part understanding and part allowing. Practicing yoga with the breath, off the mat, is a reminder of transience and transitions.
Night falls. Light will come again.
Simply inviting the next breath as I draw the last.
In the present, there is ease and steadiness.
No resistance.
No past and future.
Just here and now.
