What a strange time this is. I'm so excited to connect through yoga. Times and dates are coming soon.
In the meantime, here's one of my favourite poems:
The Sun
by Mary Oliver
Have you ever seen
anything in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone-
how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upwards on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance-
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love-
do you think there is anywhere, in any
language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun,
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed-
or have you too
turned from this world-
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?