Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Heart-mind to sole.

March 16, 2016

 

Oh, the head. Ever notice how bloody exhausted you are after a day of decision-making/studying/worrying? Our heads use all that electric, readily-available energy at our disposal (the stuff reserved for running from saber-toothed tigers, rabid raccoons, angry squirrels, etc), leaving nothing left. 

 

Our energy is supposed to circulate--heart to hara (pelvic floor-ish) and back up. A circle. A cirucuit. A self-sustaining, warm and happy furnace. I think we've lost that. 

 

So can we drop down? Can we let go? We're tired. I think we have no choice. 

 

(I think that fall might be the best thing to happen to us in years).

 

 

 

 

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