Today I ran through the woods with my dog. Where I live, Spring has arrived with tiny leaves unfurling and green shoots pushing up through the soil. The trail yields softly under my feet, damp from the recent melt and first rains.I love the sound of spring as frog sing and duck converse on hidden ponds. Beautiful moments. Gratitude fills me. I feel profoundly blessed to be alive, to be able to move, to appreciate this space and time. I feel my breath, my body moving and my spirit is content.  My dog smells the water and darts deep into the trees. She thrashes and splashes around in the water. I can hear it but can’t quite see her. She bursts through the bushes, rushes to me and shakes stinky slough smell onto me. Ah yes. This too is yoga. My dog’s goofy grin and her “ain’t life grand” expression confirm it. The sun shines down on us and we run. A steady pace moves me into meditation. Ah yes. This too is yoga. This moment.  Namaste.