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My friend Mack is in town and, just as we have been since we first saw each other in our dorm room freshman year, the next few days together will be a flurry of reminiscing, catching up, analysis, inside jokes and lots and lots of giggles. Mack is very laid back and we often talk about how organized and tidy we wish we were. I wasn't necessarily worried about dusting before she arrived but I definitely cleaned up, put away, rearranged and then cleared the toy trucks and Little People out of a corner of our living room for her suitcase. That took time and more energy than I like to admit.

All that domestic engineering, added to unloading our goner of a refrigerator and organizing and reloading a new (new! new!) refrigerator (it did arrive yesterday and I did actually get that shit together as promised) and working and shuttling Lil E to and from co-op and fixing snacks and dinners and many, many frozen mini-waffles and...phew. When I came across these meditations mid-way through the giant precarious pile on my desk, it was no coincidence.

Thanks to my intuitive, incredible yoga teacher, I read these words in a frantic moment, just when I needed them most. 

Here's to your own mid-week, mid-way through frantic and precarious deep breaths.

Enough.  These few words are enough.
If not these words, this breath.
If not this breath, this sitting here.

This opening to the life
we have refused
again and again

Until now.

David Whyte

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Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding
the two as beautifully balances and coordinated
as bird wings.

Rumi

Photo credit: Bruce Ferguson