Inspired by my last post, I wanted to share another entry I spotted in my 2008 journal. Though I had been practicing yoga for about five years at this stage in my life, my yoga and writing practices were sporadic. I would like to blame my the stress of my job at the time but truly, more writing and yoga would have been boon to my mental health! But we learn and grow from our experiences, the joyful, good, and terrible.
I breathed easier today.
Although I’m not sure why.
Perhaps it was the rain
Calm
Cool
From the gray skies
I felt more today. My senses are engaged. I also realized that I grin like an idiot when I think about my fella [Editor’s note: Aw! He still makes me smile with his silliness.].
I’ll get lost in my music and thoughts on the commute home. Then I’ll feel my lips curl up into a dozy smile, which is not a bad thing on a bus full of neutral faces and frowns together in a mundane moment.
I know I always enjoy seeing one face in the commuter crowd with a perma-grin. I wonder what they are thinking about. And, I wonder if some people wonder this about me as I grin like the fool that I am.
Katie Kohlbeck 