Marion Woodman.
Lately, I have been craving a lot of things. Craving is different from wanting, because it comes from a visceral place, deep in the belly rather than a ripple across the surface. I always feel less of these pangs after going to yoga and staying on the floor for at least 15 minutes after, completely buzzing and pretending I am perched on one of the fan blades spinning over my head, whooshing by over and over, watching. This is not a new thing, but I think I’ve reached that point where spiritual well-being is an active idea; my needle suddenly magnetized towards quelching whatever rumblings are happening underneath. I’m finding it’s better than squirming along with them, restless.
Has anyone else felt this recently? From talking to some friends, I’m sensing a general sea change.
