My morning was greeting by an intimate yoga session with a 2 year old.
We started by him sharing with me what the deer were saying. The deer wanted to kiss him on the chin, the trees wanted to kiss him too. The ladybugs wanted to crawl up his arm all the way up to his chin. The wind - it was there too - not speaking, but there. Then yoga began. Free of form and routine, sometimes touching, sometimes leading, but always connected, roaring like lions, screaming like banshees. Observing the green grass, the bending trees in the wind, the wet dirt, the soft mat, A completely present moment - just him and me. Like nothing else existed in that moment. Moving through poses, trying some new ones. Then rest. Allowing and opening to communication with the Divine. Hearing His voice, being present with a child and innocence.
Pure beauty - pure presence - pure connection
We started by him sharing with me what the deer were saying. The deer wanted to kiss him on the chin, the trees wanted to kiss him too. The ladybugs wanted to crawl up his arm all the way up to his chin. The wind - it was there too - not speaking, but there. Then yoga began. Free of form and routine, sometimes touching, sometimes leading, but always connected, roaring like lions, screaming like banshees. Observing the green grass, the bending trees in the wind, the wet dirt, the soft mat, A completely present moment - just him and me. Like nothing else existed in that moment. Moving through poses, trying some new ones. Then rest. Allowing and opening to communication with the Divine. Hearing His voice, being present with a child and innocence.
Pure beauty - pure presence - pure connection
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