State of the Garden
At last enough beans all at once to make a meal. Until now, the birds and I nibbled the few a day while still outside.

At last enough beans all at once to make a meal. Until now, the birds and I nibbled the few a day while still outside.

This sounds like things I have heard in meditation and yoga classes and in various memes that have gone around over the years. Never understood what it meant. I expect it’s best if what it means to have an inner goddess is left each to their own.

Long time neighbors and participants in the rose garden yoga posse, who have now retired and are moving to be nearer children and grandchildren, gave me their yard sign.
I will miss them for practice and around the neighborhood. I like, if they must go, that I will think of them fondly every time I come home to this exhortation and its call to practice.
