with many new opportunities swirling around me, i am finding myself constantly on the go to see people and places. walking through berkeley yesterday i was stopped by the sight of a perfectly shaped rose, flopping in the breeze, in and out of a ray of sun. my 6 year love affair with the practice of yoga has gradually helped me realize a more authentic way of being in the world. this perfectly content pink rose reminded me of the essence of my practice. the importance of noticing precisely what is happening in this moment, without leaving my mind behind me, reeling through what just happened. and without tossing my mind into the future, too caught up with what's next. but instead, pausing to inhale deeply, and absorp what is right there. a brilliant smell of a flower, beaming in the sun, put me in touch with my gratitude for the constant moments of grace on my journey. whoever coined the phrase to 'stop and smell the roses' was definitely a yogi.
