leave a little room.

at the end of my practice on this orange-sky-painted-fog-rolling-in-ever-so-tenderly-ready-to-protect-us-tonight-kind-of summer evening, i had a thought.

in shavasana, the fresh air from the {finally} opened windows crawled over my skin. it glided up the left side of my body like a whisper cooling me down.

leave a little room.

let your practice leave a little room.

for the gratitude.

for the kindness.

for the stillness.

this is why yoga has changed my life.

i have a little more room now.

*does reading this give you chills too?