I awaken in the wee hours and find fog enshrouding us. Its gentleness reflects my own. I open the windows to let the freshness in as the cats jump up on the sill to take a sniff.
My yoga practices have sustained me so I am able to witness this: upwelling joy, robust health, miraculous healing and abiding contentment. All injuries, illnesses, abandonments, neglects, demands, criticisms, losses rise up and evaporate like the fog will when the sun shines. Attending the inner Sun in my Heart of hearts, I am grateful for it all.
What practices sustain you? Can you attend to your inner Sun enough to burn off the fog that obscures its Light ? Ki to Happiness practices Santosha, choosing Contentment.