Today I wish I could turn back time.
not the golden age of childhood memories.
not a holiday special.
not in primary school, and even the first trip alone.
Today I would go back, but not much, just a few minutes.
I would go back, re-weave the time and recapture the email ether before, just a moment before, when the "enter" key has been, hopelessly crushed.
Leaving see all the details of the newsletter.
clearly telling me that this morning, the famous present moment, the here-and-now that yoga consistently reported, I missed it.
clear warning to continue in the practice of concentration, that there is still do a lot ...
I apologize for this oversight.
0 comments:
Post a Comment