Sunday and Monday slipped by with no post. Suddenly, I've arrived at Tuesday already.
I am grateful that the practice that I do is a breathing practice. I am tired on top of tired today. I managed daily minimum practice: 5A, 5B, lotus...
Everything is tight, body is tight, mind is certainly tight. I suspect mind is actually driving the body at the moment. There is more ease at the times when it happens the other way around.
Despite me, the breath manages to slip in, make just the smallest of spaces between tightly coiled thoughts, and soften the edges.