I watch myself tightening at the slightest sign of trouble.
Someone is angry with me, I lose a client, my body is oh so tired.
Noticing this contracted wanting, fighting life, as it endlessly winds its way through these sometimes desperate days, like a slow, lazy python strangling my spirit.
What would my life feel like if I could open my arms to the inevitable slings and arrows of outrageous reality, what would that be like…I wonder…as my chest, my fabulous heart, softens and opens?
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