Mornings at Blackwater
For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,the feet of ducks. And always it assuaged me from the dry bowl of the very far past. What I want to say is that the past is the past, and the present is what your life is,and you are capable of choosing what that will be, darling citizen. So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.
~Mary Oliver
Yoga is the journey of the self, through the self, to the self. The Bhagavad Gita
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