Saturday, November 23, 2013

Death: On the Snow Fields (Waking to Hope)

Every morning,

     I start the day off with a song, in the living room. There I do yoga to this classical music infused amazing track and meditate on my life or sit quietly reflecting on nothing but how my body feels in the stretch. When it ends, I get up and receive myself into writing. Even if I haven't completed the pose or thought, why...?



     Because then I know, without a doubt that there was more contentment, joy and hope left to reflect upon and it can be found throughout the day or in the morrow.

In earnest anticipation of,

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