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I’m not one to complain about rain. I love practicing in the rain, I love writing in the rain, pretty much doing anything aside from driving in the rain… But, we have had a lot of rain. WABE even told me it was the fourth wettest June EVER (sorry to Saturday’s class who I told it was the second wettest…). So it is fair to say that perhaps we’ve been cooped up too long; not gotten our fill of sunny vitamin D. And, yet I noticed a funny thing this week…

The hubs and I live in a townhome so our front yard is about the size of a postage stamp, but he is a horticulturist so naturally our front yard is crammed full of luscious plants – Gardenia, Azalea, Phlox and even a Lemon. Normally, by July everything is pretty much burnt to a crisp and hanging on to sad bits of faded color (remember how hot last July was?). But, this year, thanks to all this rain, our yard is heavenly. Literally, our postage stamp collage is growing so large that the sidewalk is all but crowded over, the color is so vibrant it inspires words like “technicolor” or “shimmery”…

Isn’t this the silver lining of rain? That with the onslaught also comes the most fertile ground? For growth. For new life. For shimmer?

On the mat, it rains too. Through sweat, the groans of muscles too tight, joints too stiff – but still we practice. Every time that pose comes up in class and you think, “Sh*t”; you do it anyways. Sweating and swearing your way through the rainy season. Until it stops raining. Suddenly, Camel posture doesn’t feel like a nausea-inducing torture device; it feels a bit like Christmas. Or like a postage-stamp-sized garden so big and lively you can’t help but pause in the rain to admire it.

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