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when we practise yoga, moving from the inhalation to the pause which follows, is a delicate act of patient allowing.

as we wait for that pause to express itself in the body, it seems to expand more than just the lungs…

heart, mind and horizons seem to float – it feels infinite.

this extract from a poem by mary oliver captures something of this.

“… Patience
comes to the bones
before it takes root in the heart

as another good idea.
I say this
as I stand in the woods

and study the patterns
of the moon shadows,
or stroll down into the waters

that now, late summer, have also
caught the fever, and hardly move
from one eternity to another.”

from ‘Patience’ by Mary Oliver