Yoga has taught me to breathe, act with intention, and to see the magic in ordinary things.
Walking through a garden and looking closely at the blooms can be refreshing when I clear my mind of the daily to-do list. As I breathe and realize that there is no other place I want to be in that moment, things start to open up. Being present in the moment seems like a forgotten art. I have wondered at times if I would even notice a fairy if they existed. As my practice of being has deepened, I have seen the beauty in wood grain, the pollen dusted on the inside of a flower, the coloring of a pebble, and other ordinary things. I am grateful for the beauty that is now apparent to me.
Mara Skye Wolf 