Once upon a time in yoga class, we were laying in savasana and the instructor guided us to breathe into each part of our body. She advised that, should we have an injury, no matter how old, to breathe past it. Breathe past it to a time before the injury, when there was no pain.
Today I paid a visit to my home of nearly 30 years ago – the place where I came of age. I walked the surrounding familiar streets, stood outside my former apartment building, and sat in the green space behind it. And I breathed. I breathed past it all. Past 29 years.
I breathed past disappointments in myself and others;
I breathed past “what ifs”;
I breathed past struggles, hurt, anger and all the other baggage-injuries that 29 years can hold.
I sat as I did as a 20 year old. Full of youthful confidence, strength and hope for the future.
I was just quietly myself.
How lovely. I found the essence of me.
I decided right then and there – I am taking this me back as I leave.