Anxiety has me bottled up inside, out of sorts and itching for an outlet I disrobe for another sphere, bare feet firmly planted, toes wide I straighten my stance as I salute the universe sun pose, breathe downward dog, breathe upward dog, breathe proud warrior, breathe mind and body one, all air I breathe, stretch, and bend, contorting limbs formidably… Continue reading Breathe . . . Breathe
E. Denise Billups, Author 