The twists and turns on life encourage and disappoint. Either way, connectedness and consciousness keep me focused on what really matters to me, love. We are all one and I intend to live that way.
Lets start with the physical. For me, the blessing of a physical yoga practice, asanas, is the magic carpet ride departure from the anxious, stressed, self-critical inner dialogue. On the exterior, I'm calm, cool, collected, but inside - storms pass through daily. I don't know if this is normal. I don't usually stop to ask, "Are you freaking out too?" I'm trying to maintain my cool here. Physically, my body is sending me memos, first a sweet note, "Hey Rosie, you've got some
