Autumn, again.


As I look out my window in New England, I see the beautiful palette of fall colors. It is the turning of the leaves, again. The annual evolution from green to every variation of gold to red and purple and beyond. 

And most likely, in a few months I will be looking out of this very same window remarking in awe-struck terms, of the return of the ubiquity of green.

I love the change of the seasons. I love the trasitions. I love that I am reminded that nothing lasts forever, and also that renewal can be right around the corner.

So, this is a kind of appreciation that is all wrapped up in yoga, too. It is as simple as the inhale and the exhale. It is celebrated in the strength we build and the calm we accept.