Friday, February 8, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
The practice of noticing
I've been trying to begin more of my mornings at the yoga studio. Each
time, I end my practice with shavasana then roll onto my side and look
out the window to the trees that separate the building's parking lot and
the street. At first glance the branches usually look very still in the
morning dawn, but after a few seconds of watching I can usually discern
the gentlest swaying. It's somehow become one of the most special parts
of my day.
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