I returned to my mat today.
It’s been a month of some stretches here and there and an occasional legs-up-the-wall, but no formal “yoga” and no class.
We practiced outside this unseasonably cool morning.
Here’s the view from my mat.
I spent some time just laying on my back enjoying the story Michelle told about the airplanes, bald eagles and a little green plastic purse.
While I was on my mat this morning, I remembered why I practice:
-to be in the moment
– to connect with myself and those around me
– to quiet my mind.
I wish I’d remembered all this while I was jet-lagged this week.
Maybe I’ll remember next time.
It sure is nice to be home.
Why do you practice?
What helps you feel at home?