I am one of those people who feel the true New Year begins in September. All the energy of Back to School is often a tug Back to Routine. New rhythms  pulse as we breathe the cooler air, observe the shortening daylight, stretch our necks watching birds migrate south. Neglected yoga mats unfurl as we set aside summer pastimes and settle into our practices once again.

Some seasons shift gently, sometimes change is abrupt. Yoga grounds us to the present moment. The lessons of pranayama , asana and meditation patiently wait for us. They invite us to become comfortable with changes, shifts and transformations. The gentle ones and the abrupt ones.

Unroll that mat, plump up the meditation cushion and settle into stillness. This and every season.