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 in which I find a sacred rest 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.