3. Yoga

I lay here on the yoga mat, the mind willing yet my body is imprisoned by past doubt, injury and trauma.

Tears trickle down my face and gather like pools inside my ears.

This day has brought me here for reasons that have not yet been made known to me.

I listen to the words that drift through the air, they remind me to connect with my breath.

The breath, my breath, the Entity that keeps me whole and truly alive.

– Susan Kubert

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