Last night I practiced teaching meditation and today I practice being under this Nashville sky, of this Nashville sky. We can choose to love and to move into the obstacles, to wobble disoriented in the intensity of an ultimate intimate, the truth of our shared breath beyond form. I want to practice with the discipline of a tango, face to face without mention of walls, moving with the unrelenting force of the dance. Under the Friday sky, apologies are irrelevant like borders and I can stumble without fear, step on toes and lose the beat without shame, with the embrace of the space from which we rise and open and choose to return to this moment of sky that is shared and passes.