Have you ever noticed branches swaying in the breeze?
Bending, stretching, returning to upright positions?
As though doing exercises?
Or maybe yoga?
A practice Bob and I started.
In our mid-seventies.
First, chair yoga.
Seated, maneuvering this way, that.
Coordinating with the breath.
Inhaling, exhaling.
Then graduating to a mat on the floor.
Gentle joining of mind and body.
Sliding from one pose to another.
Standing, sitting, lying prone, supine.
Advancing, little by little.
Thrusting legs up and out.
Like limbs of an old oak tree.
Seeking flexibility, balance
in arboreal harmony.
Lynn Benjamin
June 28, 2024