During that difficult period I had the good fortune of connecting with The High Priestess who helped me through that anxious chapter by teaching me how to breathe. Turns out I’d been holding my breath for most of my adult life. She introduced me to a practice that changed my life.

All though her post today took me back to a couple of awkward moments of my youth and I started thinking about how many times I’ve been flashed by a stranger. Three times that I can distinctly remember. All male. All in public places.

My old neighborhood, I was 12-ish and riding my bike when a man pulled up and wanted directions, as I approached the car…well, you know.

Fassnight pool. I was in my late teens sunning with my girlfriend. A guy in very short cut-offs pulled up to the chain link on a bicycle and leaned against the fence and dangled his bits.

Smitty’s Liquor/Video department. I was moonlighting there and a creepy customer was letting it air out. Where’s the thrill?

Thanks for that unleashing that repressed memory.

Don’t forget to breathe.