Micah and I have begun to do yoga together and while I’m there, I realize how insane I really am.

There are some things that are really easy to lose sight of: the blessing of having a life long love, the ability to be a peacemaker, the delicate balance of beauty in life.

There is so much to busy our minds. Which seems trite, but I mean woah is there ever. 

As I write now, my cat is curled up next to me sleeping, Micah is across the room working, and all is calm. I’m able to think and be in this moment.

A guy at a bar once told me (and Kasandra) that whenever he feels like he’s leaving the moment he’s in, he’ll wiggle his pinky toe. It brings him back to the moment he’s in, it makes him realize that he is in this space of time for a reason and he’s missing reality if he doesn't pay attention.

When we’re in a very difficult and tense pose during yoga, our instructor guides us to think about what is causing tension in our minds as we stretch.

Mine is always this: frustration. Frustration that I can’t do the pose (though I pretend I'm flexible), frustration that there are people choose to bring pain instead of healing, frustration at my own limitations in work and life and relationships.

This causes Micah and I to talk about calibrating. Calibrating when we feel we're spacing out of moments, causing a disjointed relationship in our marriage and life around us. Intentionally living a more mindful life, journeying through the beautiful bends and (sometimes painful) stretches that create the motion of our world. 

And we calibrate.