Spaciousness…. sitting on the deck, listening to the depth of tones. Frogs, crickets, the hoot of an owl in the distance. Each voice calling out to another out there, somewhere. I hear them all, one at a time, let each voice settle into my awareness. Then I let them all fade together into meaningless sound, music. Then there is breath. My breath. Flowing in and out, flowing to the rhythm of this night music.
On and Off the Yoga Mat 