[When you own your breath, nobody can steal your peace]








I can feel the pressure of my fingers pressed into the mat. All of my energy focused on the weight placed upon my hands...

I can feel the cool breeze under my arms, and my hair brush by my neck

The blood rushes to my head, as I focus my eyes at the wall to try to keep my fingers as steady as possible..

I stretch my fingers to reach my toes, straining my back.

I stretch my leg as far as it can go upon the mat with my heal touching the wooden panels of the porch..

[ thanks for visiting my porch ]