My Inbox is Full
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Dear Yogafolk —
My inbox is full. Like, bursting at the goddamn seams full. Overwhelmingly, unbecomingly, lustily full.
I sit down to write, to journal, to be still, to admire art, to hear my breath, and then another email comes in. With every notification I feel less connected to myself, to my feet on the ground, to spirit. And I realize time and again none of it is very important after all. Not the sales, the newsletters, or the holiday well-wishes from giant corporations. What is important is the pause. The spaces between. The silence.
So I offer you a moment mirroring the one when you step into the studio. (Not your home nook where the dog wanders in looking for snuggles, and the kids tug at you for snacks, or you suddenly you realize the windows need cleaning). But the studio that is your sanctuary. You leave your shoes and phone in the hallway before you enter into a few blessed moments in which you’re neither producing nor consuming. You’re not scrolling, you’re not serving others. You simply are.
If it helps, slip off your shoes now. Put the screens aside. Even if only for 30 seconds.
Breathe. All else can wait. Stay like this for as long as you’re able.
Til next time,
E.
Headings and illustrations for Yogafolk are by Leah Tumerman and Chelsey Dyer.
