Flow

So Friday I posted that super long video on yoga without really watching past the beginning. Only  because I was blown away by the sound of the waves crashing and the connection my brain made to what I want my breath to sound like when I practice. So this morning I kept visualizing the waves and playing with my exhale sounding like water crashing on the sand. I had one of the most meditative practices so far. It was not necessarily a strong practice because I “entertained” last night (read argued loudly about flag operations, gun control and political racism) until very very late. After I finished this morning, I was told by someone I really respect and who has known my practice since the beginning, that my practice had changed and it was no longer choppy and it had flow. To think that I almost turned around halfway when I realized I had left my wallet at home, AGAIN!

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