Yes, I am the kind of person who stops to smell roses… I enjoy the drinking of nectar from life’s fruits.  There are times, though, when I seem to be the nail and life seems to be the hammer continuously teaching me a painful lesson.  Perhaps the bleeding from my skull should be and indication that it is time to make a change… Time to stop wanting more and time to inhale the fragrance of this moment. If we can all accept that everything is temporary, why do we want to extend the good times and get away from the darkness in life?

My job affords me the opportunity to meet amazing men and women who share such a sacred space with little ol me.  I had a moment in class this morning when I realized I am over flowing with gratitude to be able to teach yoga the way I do to the people I do.  Each of my students touches me in such a profound and special way and I am forever grateful. It is moments like this I want to sustain… I want to contain… I want to name… As if documenting it makes it more real… As if sharing it in this forum and with friends and family helps me inhale its perfume just a weeeeeee bit longer…

I am content with that illusion.