Flow

From the forward fold..came the upward rise..and from the upward rise the fall.

In the stillness - I could hear her breathing.

On a deep slow inhale and from the strength of her core.... she rolled herself up. She stretched. She reached. She elongated and extended her long neck and spine up to the sky. For five slow counts - she retained it.

On an even longer..slower...more intentional and deeper exhale - she released it. Taking up as much space as she possibly could...she spread her wings out wide. She began that descent into her downward dive.

There was rhythm..there was rhyme. There was reason in this oh-so-familiar flow. There were roots to that rise. There was connection in the extension. There was strength. There was grace. There was a near-perfect symmetry that I'd never quite been able to articulate before.

And all I could think - in that moment - was of nature's power to teach and guide. Of nature's pure and sweet and utter joyous perfection.