Ten.Two Thousand & Thirteen
When I don’t feel like yoga-ing is when I know I need to yoga.
Quiet foggy morning in the trees.
Colors today. Green and blue and purple.
I want to stop and take a picture of the big white roses and the way the light and shadow play on the sidewalk.
Our eyes meet, and I decide that I must sit with her. It’s her hair, it’s her eyes.
I tell her that before I decided to come, I asked myself why I was still seeking outside confirmation and validation.
I buy the tumbler with my zodiac sign on it, a small bowl with an hourglass to remind me of the divine timing of life, and a small dish with a moon and clouds to remind me to dream.
A few minutes alone under the trees with a book, trying
Always so much cooler in the shade.
Proud of them.
