So me. A blog. And hopefully some readers.

A free breath is an opportunity that we always have. Its always there. Breathing is free. Its not earned or won. Its ours that the universe provides for so many reasons.

Its imperative to our existence.
Its a clever tool that can be manipulated if focused on.
Its a reminder that you are alive.

Yogic breathing came natural to me as I held a loved ones hand through her death. I remember that it was my focus, my grounding, my soul presenting itself. It was ironic because breathing was what she couldn't do well. Lungs filling up with fluid. But mine were clean and free.

I don't regret those moments. In fact, I don't regret anything except one thing. Not applying to University of Washington for my MFA in Directing Theatre. I compromised for a different school because of a boyfriend. Yes, the lesson was learned and I still got my Masters. But now I have to work twice as hard to get recognition because of missed connections.

I direct theatre in NYC and I teach yoga anywhere that will have me.

I try to find the joy in all moments, every one of them. Which is hard in New York. But I get an escape to the country which is my respite. My free breath.

Its easy to breathe in the country- hard to in the city.

Elbow and breathe...