I like to be reminded often that yoga is a form of living art - a creative process. It reminds me that my practice is the evolution of my own spirit, a culmination of willingness that is hitched to the end of the level of attention and care I give it. It reminds me that purpose lies within willing hands and inspiration is always beneath two grounded feet.
Read MoreI glance in the direction of the clock, a bright red 2-0-0 is stitched into inky blackness.
It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I’m just getting to bed. I think to myself, I should just stay up...make a pot of coffee and just slide right into tomorrow, opting out of tonight's night sleep entirely...
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