Finding places to rest, to open spaces while withholding my breath. When withholding becomes resting. Waiting / trusting my body / information van be in charge. Can absolutely take care of we!
What a gift! What a power-sensibility! The physicality of borders. The border of my imagination. Forgetting ‘myself’, finding tresors. Flying, releasing, embracing the unknown. Full trust, full love. No words. No more limits within. Such a fine sense of my body.