Where is your disappearing place?
What place makes you remember your freedom, your self, your own breath?
Where can you truly feel “away from it all” for a soul-filling minute?

How often do you stop struggling for a minute?
We’re halfway through 2020. What have you learned so far about just sitting with things that just ARE, no matter whether you’d like them to be or not?
Can you show up for the reality you’re actually in?
Stop and breathe for a minute.
