Our bodies are our temples upon Earth. The sacred art of breathing expands its spirit and flow. It is like a prayer. In every move I seek to purify every corner of my being, the darkness within my heart and along the spine.
Like the leaves fall from the trees in the winter and bring the
core of nature into rest, I let old leaves and deep rooted pain stored within my body fall to the ground. A move of redemption and so profound.
I bring the core of my body into rest. Give space
for new seeds to be planted, visions to bloom. Soft in my shape. Untamed and free, I allow myself to breathe. Fragile and yet so strong, rooted
in humble devotion, an inner sacred song.