Every Morning

 Every morning I bend up my body.

Cat and cow, cat and cow, cat and cow. The frogposition is good too.

Every morning I straighten my brain. Silence, a path, a new map for braincells to follow. 

A worried mind grows old so fast.

Every morning I seek, and find, a place for my soul. That's the hardest one, what it needs forever changing.

Soul room: a candle, a stare (gorgeous view, oak trees, birch trees, and my sisters garden), kindness towards view, reflektion back to Self.

Every morning ... ... ... ... ...

Some posion in softness