HM: rainforest

Yesterday’s HM happened in yoga class. I was laying in shivanasana. The lights were dimmed and all around me was the sound of people breathing. The wind was blowing hard outside and between the sweat dripping, the clicks of tongues on the roofs of mouths, the sighing, the wind and the gentle slapping of feet on hard wood as the first people left, the whole room, from behind my closed eyes sounded like what I hear when I lay awake inside a tent at night. It was beautiful.

Today’s HM is laughing with a new friend and finding out that not everyone here is surface.

 

I realize these are badly written but for now its about the act of remembering to write. The art will come later. Sorry y’all.