after brewing up a storm within, i struggled to keep afloat all day
struggled to just be
Thats how i spent my day Yesterday.
But Today, something good stirs inside of me.
as i straighten my spine, flex my glutes and engage my core. As the pain of this stretch courses through me, I push just a little bit more.
as I take deep breaths, and ground my feet
something good stirs inside of me
as i watch a studio full of women of all shapes and circumstance,
Bond with each other over sweat and dance. As they
join their breaths in a unified exhale, loving themselves at least for today,
something good stirs inside of me
as i lay on the wooden floor with my eyes closed shut, my instructor ask us to imagine a paintbrush,
Paint your brain your favourite hues she says, something bright something bold,
I pick pinks blues and yellow first. But then i choose gold.
and something good stirs inside of me.
with a spring in my step i shower and change, say no to a donut and yes to multigrain,
as i give in to the stupor, after an abundance of tea,
something good, again, stirs inside of me.
