Monday, July 25, 2011
I was so grateful to witness my yoga community uniting today. I feel like we were all seeds on the same dandelion. We held fast for one last practice, and then scattered in our own directions with the breeze. Strangely though, I don't feel afraid to lose anyone. No matter where we choose to lay down our roots, I am certain that the same breeze will bring us back together again.
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