What would happen if in this moment we didn’t feel life needed to be in one way or another different?
What is this dubious notion that somehow life right now is not as it should or could be?
What would it be like as an adult to love and giggle intoxicated with life like a child?
What would it be like to love and live life with more abandon like a discerning Evil Knievel of the moment, more willing to risk?
All of this, and more, in the scent of a rose….
The Every Day Yogi 