my yoga gives me the strength to breathe through the bullshit.
strength is so much more than just our muscle fibers.
greeting the morning light.
today’s practice was for feeling.
there is no perfect balance, everything is movement.
what happens when you finally get your toes to touch your head?
your wiggly little toes are just on your head.
let it go.
see you later summer
dropbacks and tattoos.
You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?