Dog Poo for Angels…

The city has taught me to walk with my eyes to the ground. I learnt this early on in life – it only took a couple of unsolicited encounters with some dog poo to teach me the necessity.

But I am now teaching myself to breathe – and I mean real yogic connecting-back-to-my-body breathing. I have spent far too much of my life trying to escape my body (and then wondered why it started screaming at me).

But it turns out that you can’t really breathe and keep your head down.

So now I’m taking a risk – I’m walking with my head held a little higher.

And then, today, I thought why not higher still…

The first time I looked straight up, I saw some miniature pink apples growing in a tree. They reminded me of Eve and the invitation to taste and know more of the world.

Then, a little later, I looked straight up again, and this time I saw a sky so full of lit-up clouds that it was actually quite heavenly. And I saw that one cloud – particularly numinous – had taken on the shape of a winged angel.

So it’s not just the magic of breathing and feeling alive that I’m learning, but a whole new perspective on the world. I’m swapping dog poo for angels.

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Sarah Nabarro View All →

New mum, old soul... Finding beauty, wisdom, spirituality, and opportunities for learning in the everyday (hopefully)...

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