Before meeting my husband, the Navy was something rather foreign to me – something I would read about but that would never touch my life (unless I was attending an anti-war demonstration). Then I met my husband, who happens to be one of the most gentle and peaceful men on the planet.
I thought that I could ignore the fact that he is in the Navy, but because we move every two years, it’s kind of hard to block out. Instead, I have found another home on my yoga mat and am dedicated to bringing my yoga practice off the mat and into the world.
Yoga has helped me realize that groundlessness, or uncertainty, is where we all live anyway, regardless of whether or not our life is stable in the traditional sense. “Walking on My Hands” refers to living in the moment, to experiencing the world a different way, to navigating the changes we all face whether we are married or single, whether we are someone’s daughter or mother or brother or father, employed or exploring, whether we are soldiers, poets, singers, Republicans, Democrats, or pizza deliverers. No matter who we think we are, we often surprise ourselves. Because we are all adventurers here, we are all new at this, we are all learning how to live, how to breathe in this crazy, beautiful world.
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