A bit of frustration (nothing tragic, just…annoying) led to a headache. I didn’t want to take any Excedrin since I’ve got an appointment for tomorrow evening to donate blood again, so I tried just breathing for a minute.
No lotus position – not unless someone’s going to call the paramedics to help me up and unbend me when I’m done. Just some guided deep breaths, a few muscles being forced to unclench.
An app brought up an image – and I had been there. Fushimi Inari in Kyoto.
While my body is here, dealing with *waves hands wildly at all of THIS*, for at least a few minute my spirit was back among the torii gates and the rain forest and the mist.
It helped.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 