Simple Practices to Plant the Seeds of Gratitude
As I walked home from teaching a yoga class this morning, it was raining. Not a downpour kind of a rain but a nice light shower. The sun was slightly peeking behind the clouds. The temperature—not to hot, not too cold—was just right. There was no wind. And you know what...it felt lovely. It was deliciously divine. It felt like a cleansing shower from mother nature.