The rain here is so different than on the Pacific coast. The fog is heavy here and the mist shows no sign of burning off in the afternoon sun. I feel enveloped and isolated by the rain this morning.
I went back to my Prana Yoga practice this morning, diving into the prana body, feeling the electricity throb and tingle in my hands. A simple three minute asana sequence is so much deeper and blissful when I’m plugged in to prana than any “full” practice of just going through the motions. Sometimes I have to do that, the going through the motions part, just to get the practice moving. But today, I seemed to be able to start in deep, which was beautiful.
I feel alright leaving the job search and questions behind for the day to relish time with my family. A day of connection in the rain.