divinity is firmly entrenched in the real

I love doing yoga outside whenever possible. I love the smell of green and the firm earth beneath my feet. I love feeling the wind around me and the sun on my face.

So this afternoon when I got home from work there was a nice breeze blowing, making it feel slightly cooler than the normal 157 degrees. A perfect afternoon for a little outdoor yoga.

I fed the dogs and then let them roam around in the yard while I got into my poses. And ya'll, it was one of those days when everything just flows. I felt my body opening to the poses in a way I haven't lately. I felt my chest open. As I looked up to the sky from triangle pose, I saw a bird above me, wings spread, just allowing the wind to carry him.

Yes, I thought, this is a sign. Go with the flow, sink into the pose, let go. Be the bird.

Ahhhhhh........

I so busy congratulating myself for being so enlightened that I didn't notice that Keely, the crazy one, had gotten bored with whatever it was that she was doing and wandered over to me to say hi.

As I came down into plank pose, my face was now level with hers, and I was greeted with an enthusiastic kiss.

She apparently had just finished eating poop.

yogic lesson of the day: pay attention and you can avoid a face full of shit.

om shanti. :-)