Saturday, July 7, 2012

Tree of Life

On the way to yoga, Mary thanked the trees for breathing. "The lungs of the world," she called them. Then, somewhere between the legs over my head and the last long, long blanketed up pose, we were breathing, too, learning that it's all about that moment between inhaling and exhaling, where you hold it, wait for it, think about it, that's yoga.

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