Mars and Clouds Being Blown Across the Sky Before the Cold Front
Please wear a mask. Make it a pranayama.

Please wear a mask. Make it a pranayama.

On this day when billions contemplate an idea of resurrection, I find myself thinking that when too much energy is being consumed with continuous destruction, it is hard for resurrection or renewal or rebirth to manifest.
This morning, on my last full day of vacation, on my way to leave my bags in the office of the bed and breakfast where I was staying before I walked about in Santa Fe for the day, I walked back through the breakfast room, where I had eaten an hour before.
To my happy surprise, good friends from home (a former co-worker and his wife, whom I’d just been thinking about because I knew how much they like New Mexico) were there finishing their meal.
We spent much of the day together, until I had to leave to catch the train to Albuquerque to be ready for tomorrow’s early morning flight back home.
It felt a perfect completion of a trip made to study yoga and be in community for the week.
