On my way to morning class, I stopped to move a turtle out of the middle of the street, swerved to avoid a swooping hawk, and drove past a couple out walking who appeared not to be enjoying each other’s company.
A witness to these moments of exploration and resistance seemed so related to yoga. A haiku formed in time write it down and share with the class:
Turtle, hawk, human
One crosses road, one a field
The other, his arms
That Haiku is so great… definitely tops on the imagery.