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I've scribbled the alphabet for meaning since I can remember.
I have been busy.
A little busy making and a little legitimately tasked. This is normally when I stop doing the sensible things that keep me on track; when things like walking my dog along Kealia beach seems to be a distraction rather than necessary exercise and natural de-stressor; when caffeine intake increases, and so can other habits: "I'll take the coconut muffin with that, to go." 'Tis the season you know. But I live on Hawaii. What's my excuse? So I woke up early this morning for a nice long yoga practice, not exceptionally difficult, just a reverent, fluid practice. And as I came out of Salambhasana (Locust Pose) to rest, before rising again. I heard my heart beat. And I realized, I couldn't remember the last time I had listened to that sound. Read More: Wisdom of One: One Beat at a Time
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