it has been, magic.
my word for the year.

too many beautiful snowy days & sun shining mornings.

trips to Yogaville & Grailville.

sitting. sitting. stretching. crying. feeling. letting go. moving on. being still.

wow. I see the magic in this day, after day, after day.
I can hear the drip of the rain outside our windows of this new -to -us home.

the magic happened when we sold our house of 9.5 years & moved into a new space, a new life, a new view. rain sounds different here. its hitting a pipe of some kind that is like a bell, a chime. reminding me to come home. to awaken to this beauty.

magic is no less than what has happened.

a dream turning into reality on a much larger scale than I ever imagined.

reflection takes me to gratitude.
new teachers for our yoga home who practice & study & learn with our growing community.

new relationships with mentors and opportunities to play with my new found love & passion for Circus Yoga.

only 8 days ago, it wasn’t this easy. drowning in boxes, feeling tight & sad & over my head. but space and nature and practice and connection brought me back.
this isn’t always easy, but it sure is beautiful.

it is magic.