From cardboard wars in Portugal to old inner voices I thought I’d packed away, this season has been about more than pool dreaming about floats – it’s been about loosening shame’s grip and finding real freedom.
There’s nothing like being abroad on the 4th of July to remind you how strange patriotism can be. From here, the holiday looks less like a celebration and more like a performance. Love of country doesn’t mean ignoring the mess — it might mean finally acknowledging it.
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?