My Morning View
Every morning for the past three weeks, I’ve watched the sun rise over Biscayne Bay. We are docked at what might be our ‘home’ in Coconut Grove but as with everything in this whimsical white boat world, I never know. It shows up in my yoga practice with wobbly tree poses and collapsing half moons. Funny how my yoga practice reveals the reality of the instability in this life. My mind & heart are pleased to be parked in a small area south of Miami that reminds me a bit of Highland Park in Dallas but with significant Latin flavor. In the last year & ½ we have traveled over 10,000 nautical miles in this boat we call our home. So where are we going now? Only God knows.