Once upon a time in yoga class, we were laying in savasana and the instructor guided us to breathe into each part of our body. She advised that, should we have an injury, no matter how old, to breathe past it. Breathe past it to a time before the injury, when there was no pain.
Today I paid a visit to my home of nearly 30 years ago – the place where I came of age. I walked the surrounding familiar streets, stood outside my former apartment building, and sat in the green space behind it. And I breathed. I breathed past it all. Past 29 years.
I breathed past disappointments in myself and others;
I breathed past “what ifs”;
I breathed past struggles, hurt, anger and all the other baggage-injuries that 29 years can hold.
I sat as I did as a 20 year old. Full of youthful confidence, strength and hope for the future.
I was just quietly myself.
How lovely. I found the essence of me.
I decided right then and there – I am taking this me back as I leave.
Two things I love to do each day:
Walk to and from work
Take photos of things that catch my eye.
I love to post the photos I take each day on my facebook. It gives me a running record of happenings and observations. Even the weather from year to year. And I love to look back at the news of the day and what I was noticing at a given time, compared to now.
Today, what caught my eye was the cab driver protest of the uber taxi service. The protestors shut down most of the movement of traffic in the downtown core of Toronto.
Bay and Queen Streets, Toronto, in front of Old City Hall.
A moment in time, caught with my cell phone camera.
I have also taken photos of the wonderful Christmas trees and decorations I encounter each day. One of my favourites:
Commerce Court, Toronto. Taken this morning on my journey in to work.
To date, this has been a wonderful Christmas Season, blessed with wonderful warm weather and beautiful sights to see.
For this, I am grateful.
Queen Street West, Toronto.
A reminder that life goes on.