Day 17
I have to pull myself away from my emails.
A flicker of a thought pops into my mind as I walk to the mat “what’s the point”.
As I move, my body remembers the point.
It’s cold, raining outside and the air is cold inside. My hands are cold.
Soft, slow movements, after some time I’m wrapping my arms around my chest. Self hugs. Love. Warmth.
I pop out of my present and into the future, wondering what it will be like to move when the season changes and it’s nothing but heat.
Rest is sweet, I’m awake but not busy.
Gentle.
Practice duration: 27 mins
Tracks: Tongue by Edamame / Lace by Random Rab / Bardos by East Forest / Stones Start spinning by David Darling / New Worlds by Coyote Oldman / Ultimate Om by Jonanthan Goldman