I'm just leaving for the airport to go up to Seattle, Washington. Teaching classes and doing consultations.
Last night, my yoga teacher, Britta, brought in this wonderful poem piece by Mary Oliver (from the book West Wind)
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
While the soul after all, is only a window,
and the opening of the window no more difficult
than the wakening from a little sleep.
((p. 62)
More later.
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