I broke out my yoga mat & rug. I have been practicing again. Regularly. But with a calmer spirit than when I started years ago. And after several years without any regular practice I’m more humble about what my body can or cannot yet do. Every time I go a little deeper into a posture, silence my mind and give up my need to be perfect I’m not only humbled but more appreciative of my body as it is. My body has borne children, losses, weight, fear, joy, pleasure and pain. It is a gift that I have been given from God and I am thankful for every nook and cranny, every line and mark, every movement I can or cannot yet do. It has carried me this far and I’m looking forward to growing old with it.