We had a chicken house, with a low roof. One day I climbed up on the roof, laid down at the peak and rolled with my eyes closed. There was this thrilling moment when the roof ended and I sailed into the air.... then the prickly bush caught me by surprise. What did I learn that impacts my writing? The thrill of openings, and something about gravity....
On Dec 10, 2013 Cynthia wrote on Reaching Underneath Our Protective Shell, by Pema Chodron:
I've never heard "breathe out I send it love" before. It's so touching. Thank you.