Yoga with Ann Lapo

The water is higher than past times

Here – a favorite spot – place, time, sky, voices of celebration. 

Relaxed anew. All mine.

Subtle waves churn. I watch, immerse in my corner of this place, in this corner of my mind. Freedom.

Imagining faces in the clouds, streaks of attitude, personalities. 

The waves roll up to me. Beach grass signals the wind. 

I watch. Rapture. 

A mossy, grassy, deep green carpet of the field. Awakening dawn. Chirping, singing lightness of birds play near and far. New Spring morning symphony. 

Majesty in the trees, the sky, the chimes in the breeze.

For all we are is goodness.