This morning I had a lovely peaceful practice. I started as the sun was rising. We had an ice storm followed by snow yesterday, so the field outside my window was sparklingly beautiful, as though the grass and surrounding trees had been sprayed with tiny jewels.
One problem with writing about home practice is that while I’m practicing I’m thinking about possible posts. That’s good, in that I can find a fair amount to say, and bad, in that I’m not as mindful as I should be while I’m practicing.
The worst: During Savasana, I was thinking about writing for YoMo about calming the mind chatter. Even worse, I thought I might mention that the idea for YoMo came to me in Savasana.
Laughing kindly at myself about it helps. So does remembering my breath.