This is why, as often as possible, I leave the studio to surrender to the heat on the soles of my feet and the dew wetting my yoga pants. I toss away my mat to bury my nose in the grass, to palm the earth and to close my eyes against the sun’s brightness. I trust these natural extensions of the divine Presence will deepen the expansion of my Self in a way my Magic Carpet mat cannot.
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