Sometimes at dawn I wake up with thought that actually climb out of my mind: At the end of my yoga yesterday, during a gentle seated twist – breathing, long spine, softly I opened my eyes and caught this on the wall. The mix of sun through the leaves of different trees, flickering as it …
I feel like the title to this post could be read by the voice from the old Hannah Barbara cartoons, you know the ones with wacky races or danger mouse and the commentator who says, ‘will our protagonist save the day or will he become the next pudding’? There’s no race here though, but the …