There was a gentle breeze, and I could feel the wind whip my hair around in my face. And I heard it come. I could hear it rolling, and crashing against the concrete floor, and I could hear tiny little ants screaming as they ran from it. I heard it bumping into otehr things, and I heard it colliding into everything else.
"Take a deep breath, and straighten your legs out to the edge of your mat. Let your hands fall to the edge of the mat, and take a deep breath."
I wanted to scream, "How am I supposed to do that when it's coming straight for me! When it's coming right at my head, and I could possibly DIE at any moment?"
"Now, release your breath, and as you do, imagine your body sinking into the cement, and with every breath out, imagine your body slowly becoming heavier and heavier, sinking deeper and deeper into the floor."
My instructor's voice was calm and soothing, but it certainly wasn't going to save me from my certain death.
Of course I had gotten too focused on what was happening. Of course I was 'living in the moment', 'focusing on the present' instead of having my mind wander to elsewhere (which is a good thing).
Which is why I could hear it coming, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. Which is why I knew that it was heading straight towards me, straight towards my head...
And then it passed my head, by a hair. I heard it scoot past my mat, and moving on, searching for another victim. I slowly opened one eye, just to take a peek...
I saw 'the horror' that the ants had been running from, and realized there was nothing to be scared of... nothing!
Just a crunchy, dried-up leaf!
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