at others with new eyes.That flower you passed yesterday is not the same flower. However slight she has changed.
To see her with “old eyes”, to look at her through your mind, is to deny the flower & yourself of today’s beauty.
You, I, We … are the flowers ♥️
Giving up is never an option, when the fire in your belly won’t still and the song in your heart won’t silence. Something bigger than the doubting “little Miss Moo”
For many years the yoga we have practised, shared and taught has felt more like a punishment to the body. To
Look at each day in life ~ at others with new eyes. That flower you passed yesterday is not the same flower. However slight she has changed. To see her
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