It is not a forced relaxation.
It is…
A relinquishing of contraction.
The surrendering of your grip.
The way you allow your awareness to gently cup and simultaneously flow around your experiences.
The enlivening of the senses.
The slow penetration of every moment.
The willingness to be present with the aching intensity of it all.
The ecstasy that comes with the intimacy of unobstructed connection. To bask in the decadence of simply being.
Savoring every moment as if it were your last.
Trusting yourself enough to free-fall into the sublime embrace of your aliveness.
