A breakthrough day

Yesterday felt like I was living my life.  At least the majority of the hours did.

 

I spent an hour talking to my new favorite horse.  Chet.  Jet and Titan chimed in, and so did Charlie.  Chet apparently had heard from my mom, in response to a direct response I wrote last week.  As we stood together in the pen, I couldn't understand the message.  But the connection was there.  Most importantly, I showed up. 

 

I went for a two hour ten minute mountain bike ride that included an hour and a quarter climb.  It also included a rocky bumpy descent that I generally don't like.  I have a new 29" bike, and I was surprised that both my body, and my bike, conspired to convince my mind that the rocks were small and not worthy of notice. (I still struggled with the steep uphills with obstacles.  I'm not that strong now.)

 

For some reason my cats understood that I was having a good day, and they stuck to me like glue.   Ceci spent half the day purring with me. 

 

Then I went to a kundalini breathworks event.  Two hours on my back breathing into my chest at rapid pace, with my mouth open.  Deep fast breaths.  This is only the second time I've done intense breathwork…I didn't note any psychedelic moments but I was alive and full of good healthy vitality at the end.  Clear-eyed, with my blood chemistry altered.

 

It was a full day of being in the moment.

 

My ex-wife was not there.  Vanquished?  Irrelevant?  Free to inhabit the space she's built for herself.  Still missed, as always, but not threatening or damaging.

 

Thanks for the short break, Mina.  Let's see what today brings for me, without your memory.