Holding On

We walk through the world with our palms opening and closing – holding tight, letting go, holding tight, letting go. Sometimes this is by choice and sometimes by necessity, but no human being is spared this spiritual shrinking and expanding. Even on the physical level, we hold on and let go, absorbing nutrients and expelling toxins.

I often overthink these two acts, as if they are predictable or traceable to some central meaning. But now I think they’re just a requirement of living, and we don’t have as much control over them as we’d like to think.

“Slow, steady breaths,” my yoga teacher says to us while we’re balanced on one foot, hips stacked to one side, face looking up towards the ceiling.

Slow. Steady. Breathe. In and out. Hang on. Let go.



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