I had no idea what to expect. Ron and I have been living in Portugal now for a year-and-a-half and we just spent the last 2 weeks of February in Florida, where we used to live… the state of sunshine and where you can carry a concealed weapon without a permit if you’re over 21. But they’re trying to lower it to 18, because you know, 18 year-olds have such a firm handle on their temper.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately in the wake of the death of Russian dissident Alexei Navalny. I often say I’m not afraid to die. Yes, I do love living – but I’m also fine with dying when the time comes.
I’m scurrying around, getting ready for Ron’s and my trip back to the states. I took a break to give you an update along with a little quick pick-me-up breath (which I hope you will do along with me:) So figured I’d check-in, tell you about my U.S. trip and ask if you want to do this delicious calming yet relaxing breath with me?
So many of us are watching with horror over the turmoil and suffering that’s happening around us – whether it’s in our backyard or other parts of the world. Violence and war and hunger, sickness, disease… among people, among animals.
It used to be an easy shorthand to describe somebody at the top of their game as the “guru” of fill in the blank… the tech guru, the marketing guru, the fitness guru, etc. In Western vernacular, “guru,” came to mean someone who possesses deep wisdom, experience, and insights, and is often sought after for guidance or advice.
I was on time but without a moment to spare, so I sneaked into the back of the crowded yoga session right before the teacher, who was new to me, locked the doors. I plopped down on a cushion, closed my eyes and began taking long deep breaths like the rest of the class. Long, deep belly breaths. But not for long.