The seasonal change is bringing us closer to peak autumnal colors. Fog enhances the drama, highlighting contrast. Walking in the crunchy leaves, smelling them decompose, my steps turn into skips of delight.
Releasing the past, like the leaves that fall brings me into harmony with the season. As the outer and the inner reflect one another, the division between dissolves. This is one of the meanings of yoga, Union, of me with All.
With what are you united? Does that union bring you peace? Ki to Happiness Unites with All.