Blame it on the full moon, your astrology, the vata (dry, crackly, flightiness) in your Ayurvedic constitution, aggravating forgotten passwords or impossible traffic… there are just those times when you’re desperate to exhale and get grounded but it seems impossible to catch your breath.
Know what I mean?
Scrambling in the stratosphere of scheduling, hexed by the helium of hustle, we gasp for air, searching for a drop line that will lead us back down to earth… to our centre… to Source. How
