The Breath

The breath is always with you, the companion that walks with you throughout life.

David Fontana


A much better night last night - phew. The past week, I've had only two reasonable nights out of seven. I'm not sure what has caused this blip - perhaps it's because lots of emotions and memories have been surfacing, or trying to surface at least.

Yesterday evening I was contemplating whether or not to go to yoga. On a couple of hours sleep, I was feeling pretty terrible and even the twenty minute walk there, let alone the yoga itself, made me feel exhausted just thinking about it. But I forced myself to go in the hope it would make me sleep and something occurred to me after the session: that it is amazing what the body is capable of. Walking there, I felt so heavy and physically worn out but once there, breathing through the postures, I realised I can do this even on very, very little sleep. And perhaps this is when I need exercise the most. Rather than a physical hurdle which I assume it to be, getting myself to yoga when I'm so shattered is more of a mental hurdle. But once I'm over that, I realise that the mind will support the body no matter what physical state I'm in.