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What’s Next

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So tired…
and so much to do.
My mind keeps heckling me,
telling me
I need to do this and I need to do that…
but I’m so tired.
I’ve been up since 4:30 am,
going since then,
and my body just wants rest.
But how will I get it all done?
I breathe.
I tell myself I love myself no matter what.
I try to believe myself.
I take another breath.
I remember that it can’t all get done at once.
I take another breath.
I write this poem.
I’ll celebrate this win,
remind myself it will be ok.
I’ll breathe again,
and figure out what’s next.

Switch It Up

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
breathing. Mindfulness.
Presence. Now.
I learned a breathing technique last night,
and this morning,
I ditched my established meditation routine
and focused on this one thing.
It was kind of amazing
to try something new.
After more than 1.5 years doing the same thing,
it was a revelation
to just switch it up.
And then I wondered,
In what other areas of my life
have I gotten stuck in a routine,
and where else do I need to
ditch the old
and just switch it up?

Take Action

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Breathing.
Remembering life is right now.
I keep questioning,
realizing there are no answers.
Questions are doors and windows
to new possibilities;
my spirit challenges me
to believe.
Is this faith,
to believe there is more
out there for me
even though I can’t
see it
taste it
smell it
touch it
feel it?
I breathe.
I summon gratitude,
courage,
conviction.
Now, God,
help me take action.

Tell Me I’m Not Alone

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The doubt crept in.
The fear and the anxiety
threatened to take up permanent residence
in this exhausted mind
beaten helplessly by neurotic thoughts.
Therapy helped;
I could see my old emotional system
having its way with me.
My  therapist and I laughed
at the absurdity of life.
But the fear, doubt and anxiety
relaunched themselves directly after,
and I spent the afternoon
feeling out of my mind.
Do you have any idea
how humbling it is
to know exactly how to help myself,
but feel helpless to help myself?
I’m a yoga teacher for God’s sake!
I teach people how to breathe and relax
and feel better every week.
And yet when the time comes for me
to practice what I preach
I feel trapped in a prison
of the worst kind of thinking.
Someone tell me I’m not alone.

Full Of Possibility

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Growing, expanding.
Knowing myself better.
Diving deeper, exploring.
Looking up, looking out,
trusting.
Reading, reading, reading,
exposing myself to new ideas,
a wealth of information,
developing a treasure trove within,
treasure no one can see and yet
a treasure that is more real than any other.
The medicine man sings
Invisible es mi camino,
and I sing along.
Taking a deep breath,
watching my mind
desperately attempt to understand
through the lens of the past,
and patiently, firmly
holding up and looking through a new lens—
a wide open future full of possibility.

I Can Do That

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I want to trust you, God.
You can.
But how do I trust you? I’m scared.
I can’t see you, and I’m so down
I don’t even know if you’re real.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Repeat after me:
All is well.
Seriously? Is that all?
Can you trust that you will have air to breathe?
Yes.
Can you trust that you will have water to drink?
Yes.
Can you trust that you will have food to eat?
Yes.
Can you trust that you will have a roof over your head?
Yes.
Then you are doing just fine.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Repeat after me:
All is well.
Yes. I can do that.
Thank you.

Easy As Breathing

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I want to trust.
I want to have faith.
How do I do it?
I keep trying so hard,
but I end up scared,
feeling alone,
confused,
frustrated,
blocked.
This moment is a new start.
Can you breathe?
Yes.
Ok, so breathe.
Now trust
that as you exhale,
there will be more air
on the other side
of your emptiness.
That’s faith.
Faith is as easy as breathing.