レイチェル・ブレイセンさんのインスタグラム写真 - (レイチェル・ブレイセンInstagram)「...the moment my feet hit my yoga mat I started bawling. Only this time, I couldn’t stop. I cried through the whole thing. Snot, gasping for air, making wild noises; the whole 9 yards. It’s like every time I close my eyes and drop into my body I flick a switch and something cracks open and every single emotion I’ve felt since the last time I dropped into my body just comes pouring out of me. Or maybe it’s already cracked open, because I feel that, too. I’m cracked open. I don’t know when it happened; if my heart incrementally just started opening up one day and now it’s been expanding one millimeter at a time for months or if it happened in one swift go but that’s the feeling. Open heart. Walls down. All the time. The thing is, I can’t walk around with a crack in my heart all day because I wouldn’t be able to make it through the parenting and the working and all the other -ings that make up my day as an adult. So I hold it together but it doesn’t work for long moments at a time. It’s tiring, too. And as I’m writing this I realize: that’s the heaviness. That’s exactly it. I feel heavy because holding your heart together when it’s as wide as the sky takes tremendous effort. So of course, every single time I come back home to myself; every time I move my body enough to arrive here, now... I cry. Everything makes sense now. That is all. Thank you. ________________________________ (I made a commitment to myself to sit down and write every single day. It feels a little bit like finding my way back home to myself. One sentence at a time. Link in bio to read some of it. x)」11月3日 3時21分