Soften. To the succulent interiors of a mind unbound. ☁️☁️☁️ I swear I would be so much crazier if it weren’t for this practice...a dance on the mat to unwind conditioned thoughts and to soften between the creases of the thighs. That place where sickness lies, where stress hides and critics reside. It is within this release that creativity breeds and the obsession to bend outward from shaky hips begins. Flow baby...In the sun and on the snow.