This morning as I softened into a forward fold, I heard the sound of my yoga teacher’s voice. Imagine you are a banana Popsicle, dropped on the ground by a careless toddler who has run after a puppy. The July sun warms you from the outside—moving in. You melt, breath by breath, becoming one with the pavement.
Sunshine or Hammer
Sunshine or Hammer
Sunshine or Hammer
This morning as I softened into a forward fold, I heard the sound of my yoga teacher’s voice. Imagine you are a banana Popsicle, dropped on the ground by a careless toddler who has run after a puppy. The July sun warms you from the outside—moving in. You melt, breath by breath, becoming one with the pavement.