I’ve been spending a lot of time in my backyard lately. The weather is warming (although we are definitely experiencing some June gloom in San Diego) and I love the opportunity to get outside first thing in the morning. It’s where I do my morning meditation and movement practice which is looking less and less like yoga as time passes. I have a super inspiring podcast interview coming soon by a woman who writes poetry. I tried my hand at some the other morning because as she mentioned in the episode, the only way to write is to start writing. Look for her interview next month on Wildish Wise Women. There are lots of other neat things coming to that space which I am excited to share soon.

An Ode to My Backyard

Breathe in the birdsong of the morning
Let it wash over your tired soul
Goodness knows this is not where you thought you would be
Breathe it in anyway

Feel the pulse of the Earth
Her heart beats steadily through pain and destruction 
Even the sick or injured bird still sings a song.