This morning ,as I took my weary body to the yoga mat,, bemoaning my lack of perfection I had a liberating thought about smallness. I realise that my own pain and feelings of not being quiet enough stem from my lack of acceptance of my own smallness.
The storms lash in from the roaring oceans the trees bend and break the USA freezes Australia burns , a whole lot of people chase each other with microphones around our capital cities and clog the air waves with their own self importance.. All the time rome is burning and Nero is madly fiddling and Im sitting on my mat and breathing and grappling to tame my frightened self that bolted so many moons ago back here to now .
eileenpkeane 