I’m home, sick. It’s another rainy day, which I actually love because it gives me guilt-free time to curl up, make a fire, and watch all the TV.
Before and oftentimes in between episodes of sleep or rom coms, I take a moment to just breathe.
I love the meditation by Thich Nhat Hanh: Breathing in, I know I’m breathing in. Breathing out, I know I’m breathing out.
It’s the only meditation in all my years of yoga that I actually remember.
And so, silently, as I sit here for just one minute, I’m repeating this sweet call to breathe.
