It's the season to take stock and reflect.
It's the season to rest.
It's the season to love and cherish.
It's the season to be compassionate.
It's the season to be creative.
So many words have gone unwritten over the past month. Oodles of ideas and thoughts have gone untyped. But that's okay...I'll start from here.
In Blackburn, sat in my Father's chair, using his laptop, the clock ticks, my fingers tap tap and the dog sighs. It's Christmas Eve. My past is all about, it smiles at me and haunts my dreams too. Old samskaras awaken. I'm glad to sit and practice my yogic values off the mat. My body doesn't ache. It is relieved. It sighs deeply too.
Christmas Day now. The clock bashes still.
How will you spend this day?
How will you show more love?
How will you make this Christmas Time even more magical?
Give thanks and praise to God.
This, we have been given the gift to choose...
