The calendar says March and the days grow longer as daylight lingers. Our thoughts may drift past the snow banks hunched against our homes, sidewalks and roads toward Spring and all things green and growing.Today the Winter Lion is roaring with wind and white whipping past my window. Underneath the window my yoga mat waits for me and whispers, Come sit with me. The yoga mat is patient and does not rush the day nor the season as we often do. It unrolls and invites us to be present. I sit and breathe.

Namaste.

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