Imagine a lush garden in your backyard teeming with growth and abundance — full of life. You grow your own fresh ear of corn you can pick right off the stalk, your children can climb up your apple trees and pick juicy, sweet apples right off the tree, and you can pull crisp cucumbers and squash right off the vine for your supper.
There is something about growing my own food and working in the garden, getting my hands deep into the earth — that makes my spirit come alive. My soul awakens when I grow the very food that will nourish me and my family.
As I balance my left foot and move into tree pose, I anchor myself as if a life-giving root sprung suddenly between me and the ground.
I look up and see myself in the mirror, confronting the person I see: she is more in tune with her mind. Her heartbeat and breath have become the measurement by which she estimates herself. She is alive and breathing, the clock that moves her towards mindfulness.