Just trust in the universe, really?
During a year and a half of gardening leave, my yoga teacher told me to trust in the universe. I had no idea what she meant. I've been watching it play out ever since.
Getting high on my own supply
I spent two hours in a field in the New Forest working harder than I've worked at anything in years. Breathing fast, breathing deep, going all in. And at the end of it, I had nothing. Ten minutes of letting go gave me everything. This is what the breath showed me.