This shell of epic proportions, strong arms, empathetic heart.
It houses my highest expectations reserved purely for those invited through the gates of my heart.
It holds space for my deepest truths, trickling from the base of my skull to the back of my throat.
It is where fear dwells in my clenched fists and teeth.
Gaining momentum, questioning, Am I enough? Enough to love? Enough to dedicate time and space to?
The four walls of a studio, the four corners of my mat invite me to take reprieve from the darkest corners of my mind, the deepest corners of my heart and the thirstiest reaches of my throat... .