Sunday morning Park Yoga

A gathering of loyal students lounged about on the grass chatting amongst themselves while patiently awaiting the arrival of my swank little scooter at the appointed time. I have known these students for a while now and it was through our gatherings for yoga in the park that our friendships have over time become forged. The weather was PERFECT. There are no words that can fully convey the sense of peace and completeness that comes from practicing out of doors on a quiet Sunday morning under blue skies while drawing in a breath of delicious fragrant air. With my arms stretched high overhead in Salutations to the Sun, I gazed upward at the green undersides of young leaves that created mesmerizing patterns against a background of drifting tufts of clouds that entertained the imagination.

The smell of grass and earth, whenever my nose neared the ground as I swooped into Cobra, awakened primordial memories of a time when playing around in dirt was a perfectly natural thing to do.

After beginning ones day in this manner, everything else seemed to fall gently into place.

Peace
Beatrix