It’s that time of year when you need a couple of personal elves.
While holiday stress is at the door, I keep trying to do one simple thing: breathe.
It’s funny how you breathe all the time, but when you start to put your mind on it, it becomes a whole different thing. It becomes a door to “one moment at a time” land. It offers a chance to look at the bits of the holiday that are sweet and soft. It lets you feel your feet attached to the earth.
Good stuff, that breathing.
Gratitude to the in and out (get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking breathing, here).
