On My Way To Teach

I’m on my way to teach yoga before Jonathan Foust’s meditation class.

 
There is snow on the ground and a deep fog mist covers the river as I cross the bridge. I am sitting at the bridge locked in traffic, and I can’t help but feel tremendously blessed for this moment, it has made me pause and hear the whispers of life around me.
 
A bird pierces the mist before me, The backdrop: trees bare and dark wet against the whitest of snow. It is that time of transition where the light and dark meet, one is no more than the other, equanimity in nature’s form. The truest of nature, and its beauty is here before me.

May this presence, this beauty inform my practice and be of service to all those that I teach tonight.

 

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