A thought that crossed my mind today, amid all of my sometimes stormy interior life, as I was looking out the window past the altar of the room at Kaia Yoga. I could fit in a class today so I did. That thought is, that I love the wind. Wind is thrilling and known to churn up the wildest of behavior in people. Maddening to some, but not me.
Located in a desert, my hometown was a basin surrounded by mountains where smog often settled, low enough to invade our lungs and make breath sometimes painful. Counterintuitively, my home town was also a passage for the Santa Ana Winds. Even on a warm summer night, they’d blow through the oak trees and my memories of that invisible force still
That was not the thought of the moment though. The thought of the moment as I looked past my toes to the bronze statue of
A good sign, I consider this, because that means spring and spring infers new beginnings with a clearer ground. It means perfectly pink cherry trees and the magnificent Magnolia that blooms only for
Especially, spring offers hope and the warm promises that optimism conveys as the sun draws closer, the days grow longer and all good things grow into something new. That any suffering is temporary, that the exquisite feast of the eyes on this extraordinary