Every morning I stretch my imagination, a salt lamp lighting the darkness.  It’s a thorough workout, beginning spread eagle on my writing room floor.   A personal concoction, part yogic, part therapeutic, an homage to running thrown in for good measure.  Breathing into the strain, lengthening, extending range of motion, experiencing a range of emotions.

Moving into meditation, expansive breath, active stillness, neck rolling, back rounding into a bowl.  Lingering, releasing sound, soaring, tension leaving my face.  Words appearing, at times disappearing.  Dawn arriving.  A moment in the sun.

Time to write.

ENTRUSTING

Open and exposed

Sensory experience

Urgent and longing