yoga kolob (10 of 11).jpg, a photo by jruda8 on Flickr.
You know what I love? Doing yoga in the dirt. Actually it's usually red sand, in my case.
People may try to believe that they are an island, that their decisions don't affect others and that they are alone, yet all that needs to be done to disprove this belief is to take off your shoes and stand in the sand.
Oh what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and the setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and equinox! This is what is the matter with us, we are bleeding at the roots, because we are cut off from the Earth, and sun, and stars - and love, poor blossom, we plucked from its stem on the tree of life, and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilised vase on the table. (D.H. Lawrence)
I challenge you to find out what phase the moon is in tonight. Not by looking it up on the internet, (come on!) but by going outside and observing the night sky.
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