I am here to sing show tunes in the shower
to marvel at violets
to scratch the dog’s belly
I am here to bake poppy seed scones for the neighbors
to feel the pain of a paper cut
to forget my keys
I am here to whisper encouraging words
into the heart of a budding artist
to clink a glass of cider with a friend
and laugh ’til my stomach hurts
I am here to smile at cashiers
to hug trees
to read Chaucer’s “Canterbury Tales”
I am dust and dazzle
love and light
here as a volunteer
to breathe and cry and learn and grow
I am her to experience it all.
~Diane Nichols
yoga reminds us why we live the way we live……we are invited to check in again and again with how we want to show up…….we develop the equanimity to practice strong and true…….
use the simple pause to reconnect your yoga off the mat…..
Breathe. Center. Open.
