yoga class in the park

An infinite blue sky...
the sun filtering through the trees playing shadow games with the branches and leaves leaving pictures behind my eyelids.
the gentle breeze dancing across my face and through my hair.
small insects momentarily resting on my mat..
the grass tickling the tops of my feet, the tips of my fingers.

two babies lounging on blankets...
stretching to their gurgles and squeals feeling uplifted and magical.

A man. dirty, shaken, rumpled, crooked... standing and watching for a few minutes.
after one of our poses, breaking into loud uninhibited applause.
my heart swelling.

the most perfect, simple, effortless smile sliding across my face the entire time.

how much of my thoughts throughout my days are filled with gratitude?
how often to i stop, consciously, to enjoy every moment?

how lucky do i feel?

boundlessly.

Comments

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Duckie, Your happiness brings me great joy.
Love you always.

[Dani]

DAMNIT! When I was walking home from work I saw the yoga peoples in the park! I didn't know you were one of 'em or I would have intruded.