These mornings when the temps are low and the winds blow, I have to screw my courage to the sticking point, put on a few extra duds and get moving! Last night when I heard the winds howling, I thought surely this was a morning for sane, comfortable yoga and weights indoors, but when I stepped out on the stoop for the paper and felt the rush of icy air and sunshine, I knew I had to go!
Effort but payoff.
My morning communion with the birds, lake, squirrels, sky and soul flows through my veins the whole day urging the routine onward to holy ground.
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