40 Day Yoga Challenge – Day 24

cheap pills http://birthingfromtheheart.com/2018/03/how-much-tamoxifen-cost/ lasuna online bible order aciclovir from canada “Working this pose at about 80%, allow your chest to expand with every inhale.A� We’ll be here for a few minutes so broaden your breadth into the chest and see if you can explore the surface behind your rib cage. A� As you relax, draw your attention to the space within your chest. What does it feel like? What can you see?…..”

My mind goes blank and behind my closed eyes I am plunged into darkness.A� I focus on my breathing and follow my inhaled breath deep into my chest.

An image begins to form in my minds eye and with each inhale, like an old fashioned TV it becomes more and more focused.A� My viewpoint is from the ground as though looking through a film camera that has been set on the ground but someone forgot to hit the pause button.A� It’s dark, not nighttime but dim as though something is covering the sun.A� An eclipse of the sun perhaps.

I can’t see the sky from this vantage point.A� i have the sensation of being at the bottom of a deep chasm.A� The floor is a coarse sand. dark, grey and metallic.A� Perhaps volcanic?A� The ground stretches away from me and meets with the base of a rock face that is dark solid and foreboding.A� There is no end to this impenetrable wall.A� It stretches from left to right and steeply climbs in the direction of the sky. it’s black like flint with a metallic sheen to it.A� The rock wall isn’t smooth but jagged and steep but it looks too difficult to climb.A� There’s no warmth here, no life just dust.

I sense someone approaching. From the right I see three men in white approaching. Their outfits resemble the suits worn when responding to a bio-hazard.A� They pass by close so that so that all that is visible are their boots, the legs stretch up to bodies I cannot see. The heavy footwear makes a crunching sound with every step.A� Each one leaving behind a deep imprint in the coarse black sand.

As they pass one of them drops a silver canister. It lands in the sand and gently settles at an angle. There’s a soft click and the canister begins to emit a white smoke.

A canister is released every few metres and each one begins to smoke.A� The visibility is diminishing and the rock wall fades away and as the smoke thickens all I can see is white.

There’s a blinding flash and the dark valley has gone. In it’s place a vast desert. The piercing blue sky goes on for ever while the undulating sand dunes seem frozen in time.A� There is no breeze here.A� The dry air added to the arid landscape makes this land feel sterile.A� Could anything flourish here?A� Could life be sustained in this apparently barren environment?A� Perhaps it’s it’s hibernating, waiting for the one thing that will make it burst forth into life.

“…and with the next exhale, gentle move into the next pose.” purchase generic zofran

Author: Sarah Keast

"I'm just a thumbprint on the side of a skyscraper of the world." Miles, Sideways (2004). My psych said that creative expression might help with my depression. I've tried writing about yoga but the fact that I can't touch my toes makes me feel like a fraud. Given that everything I plant dies it seems pointless writing about my gardening attempts. So here are the rantings of a self confessed over-achiever who has found herself disillusioned with the establishment and diagnosed with depression. Happy Days.

Comments are closed.