Intentions

I place my palms together at heart centre and gently close my eyes. Back long, sitting tall. Stillness. It’s warm; my skin softens.

I have been homesick all week long, but I can’t quite place the feeling. This has been my hometown for some time, how can I be lost when I am here? Perhaps it’s more of a desire for permanence or, more likely, change.

Breathing. Deep, slow. Inhale; exhale to chant. The sensation of something being almost there, but not quite. Reaching inwards. One layer removed only to reveal another below. I search for my intention. A promise.

I drive between meetings breaking off small pieces of the dark chocolate bar left in my yoga bag. I don’t count the bites any more, fear parading as ritual. I’m well, I’m healthy.

Words move on, teasing space, evasive. I stay. That’s enough, I think. My beliefs made manifest, stories made new. It is worth the search. And that is entirely the point.

– Jane

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