This past week I was living in the elements in a tent on Big Burnt Island in Lake George, NY. As I began my morning yoga practice I was met with the illumination of the sun coming between the branches of the tree above me, my movement - reaching and opening my spine. Looking up to the sparkle and finding just the right balance of vertical extension of my spine and the horizontal expansion of my breath, and consciousness. Then the bow to inertia, that space between each movement and between each breath. That space between the ever changing shadows cast upon the water by the movement of the brances above me. That pause between each wave before it breaks against the dock.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
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