Maitri has been fussed while construction prevents her from going outside on the catio. This morning, she went into the yoga practice room, went into a trance, and projected herself astrally into the garden.
We will all need as much compassion as possible–for others and ourselves–for the great amount of work ahead of there is to be any meaningful healing and sustainability.
Me and Maitri demonstrating savasana variations; pink, cashmere pajamas from the thrift shop more than a decade ago.
The river has been calling me.