Dear Diary, Day 4: Breath

Dear Diary,

I don’t want to take up a whole lot of time this evening. I have tried to cultivate Sunday nights as nights to reflect, find breath, and just prepare for the week ahead.

I started voice affirming lessons this week, and so far it has been ever so delightful. I get the honor of collaborating with a fellow student, so as she teaches me about the complexity of sound and voice we end up learning together.

It is my favorite kind of collaboration.

One thing that is super important, and the first thing we covered was breath. The first fundamental element of voice training is breath sitting with a good posture and drinking in sweet air deep into the belly. Fortunately, the illustrious yoga teacher Adriene Mishler has instilled in my mind the importance of breath for finding foundation on the yoga mat and off.

I have found my breath to be really important with understanding my mental health, particularly bringing me closer and working with my anxiety. But that is for another day.

I really wanted to come here and write a quick reflection on love to remind myself what this whole life-thing is really about, but here I have gone off on talking about breath.

Good thing it is really all interconnected. At least that is the lazy transition I am employing here…

It is so choppy out there right now. Everyday is really a transition, and it is hard to stay grounded. I lost it for a bit today thinking about things. Our realities are scary and unstable, and, in the end, all we have is each other. While that isn’t necessarily a comforting thought, it makes me want to gracefully spread as much love, joy, and love that I can in my time here.

I have received so much support, kindness, and love. I really just wish everyone could experience the kind of support that I have accidentally stumbled upon. And while material stability does come into play here (once again I need to acknowledge my privilege), I consider myself more blessed with having people who accept and care about my well-being. I have people willing to collaborate with me on all sorts of creative levels. Loving community cannot be bought, exchanged, or coerced.

None of us know how all of this ends, Diary, but I can pretty well predict the future if I forget the grace of Love—and if I forget to breathe a good breath, too.

Thanks for listening. Life is pretty cool.

More to come if the stars are aligned