the doubt.

It creeps in and takes over the show as if it were the star.

It stops the flow and digs it’s ugly nails into the flesh so that nothing else can be felt except that stabbing pain of not-enough-ness. It builds a wall between thought and feeling, mind and heart.

Doubt, by its very nature, multiplies as soon as it gains attention.

Doubt has an original enemy, called presence. Feet on the ground, head up, heart open, doubt has met its’ match. It cannot stay alive with a conscious breath deflating its power. And it cowers in the face of strength and grace. Your arms, my legs, our breath, our mindful movement, dismantles the resources doubt previously held.

Look out doubt, here we come.

Big love,
Tammy