Yoga brings slow, deep breaths to a body and mind that rarely gets it, realized by the subtle snap clicks of things moving inside. It feels good, why not do it often? Mind says yes, each morning for five minutes before life happens and I’m walking, trotting late to work, remembering a vague notion of wishing to jog the route six months ago.
The other side of thirty sprouts dark hairs around nipples and reoccurring thoughts on mortality. With a lover focussed on future family and career, I remind her raised eyebrows that my heart races for love not medals. She embraces and accepts until childhood conditioning beckons question and doubt that takes a little piece of my heart and puts it in a silent place.
A friend disappears North, stripping identity to reveal a warrior within. Nights of broken sleep, water seeps into dream, hands outstretched wishing to connect to a back turned, standing on a welcome mat that says accept, waiting for the oak door to open.
Photography tutorials from youtube, Internet goes down, four books started, Bon Iver plays out now, sprawled on the sofa. Kids play basketball on street, bounce, shout, scream. Eating the cupboards closer to bare than the year has seen, eyes grow heavy, late nights, early mornings, tomatoes ripen, chard grows purple and green in the garden. Hummingbirds and butterflies dance on the summer, everything is going to be alright, we just have to believe.