The Journey. The Practice. The Peace.

Every Friday and Saturday I try to get to the beach for yoga. The sessions start after Memorial Day and run until the weather gets cool in September or October. 

I always take pictures as I get there and when I leave. No two mornings are the same. The light changes, the tides shift, the seasons change and the weather can be iffy. Whatever happens on the surface, the experience remains the same -it's comforting and familiar.


 

 

The Journey
The path through the dunes. The footprints in the sand. The decision to begin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

The Practice
A blanket on the beach. Movement. Breath. Community. Doing what I can.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

The Peace
The ocean. The horizon. The birds, the surfers. Remembering to breathe and reminding myself that  healing doesn't always happen all at once.

 

 

 

 

  

Sometimes it happens one step, one practice, and one peaceful moment at a time.



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