Am I yogi?
By Christine Boyd Miller | The morning sun filters through the redwood trees. I open my eyes, the dementia of dreams slowly lifting. I take my first awake breath of the day and...
The morning sun filters through the redwood trees. I open my eyes, the dementia of dreams slowly lifting. I take my first awake breath of the day and contemplate my state of mind. No regrets from yesterday seeping in so that’s positive. I’m grateful for having remembered to set the auto brew on the coffeepot last night as the aroma of fresh Chocolate Bl…
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