A jillion years ago I used to work a regular job that had a vicious commute in the DC area (read: really, really, really, really horrible grumpy traffic), and would spend a lot of time in traffic, often running behind. I forget what day it happened, but I had this pleasant little internal shift and I found myself mesmerized by the tops of the trees in the wind. They were so exquisitely beautiful, and their movement was *so* soothing. That lead to actually watching clouds, and being delighted with how the edges of the clouds are in a constant state of transformation as they encountered the sky, and all the “oooo, deep!” kinds of thoughts that triggered, and vague thoughts about how so many people were sharing an experience but so few of us were probably realizing it, and so forth. Since then, unless I’m really out of whack about something, I’ve had a pretty easy time of just loosening up and staying in the flow (even if the flow is going on in molassas-like traffic.)

Traffic is also a *superb* time to do breathwork and grounding exercises — especially if one happens to be occasionally forgetful, and forges a mental link between the two.

Anyhoo — thanks again for the post, it was a treat to stumble back across your stuff!