The first day of Virgo season, the sign of order and tidy drawers, and an idea I love: chaos is only our current inability to see the structure of all that is.

Notice where perfectionism shows up for you, and remember that what you do is never who you are. Box-breathe to a count of three, then four. Rest the breath at the base of your throat and push gently into any stuck color or sensation, like catching a tiger by the tail. Turn down the flames in your solar plexus until the fire burns focused. Release what you've pushed down behind the navel. Then build a structure around your body, a cardboard box, golden threads of light or a rainbow hula hoop, and invite in groundedness, laughter and balance.

The bowls stayed with single tones over moving harmonies, and my cats joined the symphony. My blind old cat rejoices at certain tones.