A paid holiday off of work and an all-you-can-eat sushi affair (would you believe, I didn’t even over do it). Sweatpants, home-made wool socks and a work tshirt from my old job. Legs up, a cardamom and vetiver candle (Paddywax - thanks Amazon) burns, and I’m studying for my drivers license with my girlfriend and the kitty on her lap. The sky now dark, I accept this moment for what it is and feel blessed to even be a part of it. I am trusting her more and more, and feel ever-safe with her.
While breathing can be difficult initially, it is necessary to deliver oxygen to ourselves. My favourite calming breathing cycle is a fairly classic, simple one: breathing in to the count of four, holding for the count of seven, and then exhaling to the count of eight.
Wiggle it, just a little bit.
O, to be that string!
Pulling, gripping, nails digging.
"Are you sad right now?"
"The heart and soul of the kitchen, I bid thee adieu", from across the kitchen.
It’s only human to wonder why.
It’s only animal to do it.
And the waves like lessons,
thrashing over me in waves
of self-doubt and illusion,
like night’s intrusion.
The magic of this day, of my childhood, has come to play. The undeniable return of spring is here, in the air and in my lungs. By bike I pedal, pumping pistons, and by brow I break sweat. How strange and entwined both nature and time.