As I laid in the grass of Bois de Vincennes today, after a short yoga practice and a long walk, I looked up at this:

I observed the swelling of vastness within me and became overwhelmed with gratitude for the challenges that had brought me to this point. I embraced, in its fullness, ishvara pranidhana, flooded with the grace of simply being.

shanti, shanti, shantihi,
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