I skipped yoga yesterday, not on purpose but my usual Sunday session just didn’t happen.
Instead, I spent two hours gardening and chatting with a friend. While I dug in the dirt and trimmed away dead foliage she painted an Easter card. Later that day she would color eggs with her dads.
My neighbors burned incense and chanted the Hare Krishna mantra. More neighbors from the temple nearby held a joyous and colorful procession to celebrate Holi. I thought I heard the blast of a far away ram’s horn, too. Continue reading “So I Skipped Yoga Sunday”