I do my practice...

I do my yoga practice in the evenings after the sun goes down and the heat feels more like an illusion...I keep the house dark and light candles all around, I practice trataka while Baxter keeps watch next to my mat. I feel my senses come alive as I breath & move and the sweat begins to form. I smell the sweet flowers from our garden outside the window, I hear the cacophony of frogs & geckos. Mostly, I hear & feel the flow of my own breath

I do my practice and know that all is coming.
I practice and I heal...
I practice & it is revealed to me that I need to forgive others & myself...
My breath flows & my body gives way.
I practice and everything becomes clear...even if just for a moment.
The warmth spreads from the inside out & I stir from savasana with new awareness,
my hands & feet alive.
Then, I practice being still...and knowing...that everything is as it should be...
I give thanks for this body, this breath, this time & place.
I give thanks for this blessed & charmed life.