Every Tuesday evening for the last few weeks, I would walk down from my house to a discreet yoga studio, tucked in an alleyway in the small town where I live. There, I would meet with a group of ten men.
Mark, you ARE a beacon of openness, and vulnerability.
“My body was learning a lesson in real time. As it relaxed, it experienced release. And from release, it experienced a sliver of openness. I could sense something real.”
So beautiful. When you are open and vulnerable, as you are, you enable others to be so as well.
You're a champ for writing this so simply and directly. It's never easy to share in the moment, and it's always what saves us the most. Thanks for the reminder, Mark.
So beautifully written and shared, Mark.
The shoes. Your portrait of the shoes. I don't think I will be forgetting those lines for a while.
Thank you Karena. I appreciate this very much. It means a lot.
Simple, raw, honest and relatable to anyone who’s spoken out loud the sharp truth of their current mental confinement.
Thank you Martyn. Very happy that this piece resonated with you.
Mark, you ARE a beacon of openness, and vulnerability.
“My body was learning a lesson in real time. As it relaxed, it experienced release. And from release, it experienced a sliver of openness. I could sense something real.”
So beautiful. When you are open and vulnerable, as you are, you enable others to be so as well.
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You're a champ for writing this so simply and directly. It's never easy to share in the moment, and it's always what saves us the most. Thanks for the reminder, Mark.
No worries, Carlos. Thank you for taking this in. Let's keep on surfing, man!
Oh this was powerful. Evocative, touching, an invitation to find our own circle to help us hold what we can’t.
Thank you Anne! Your comments really mean something to me.