I finished a front body opening half hour of yoga with Ana Forrest online and I sat outside on the back patio. Drying leaves perfumed the air the sun rich and warm on my skin the breeze caressing me. I felt loved. Feeling the warm hunk of granite under me, i slid my pant legs up over my knees and rested my soft belly on my legs stroking my feet, looking at my shins, noticing a small fuzzy spider moving quickly across the bricks. I gazed at my leg hair that I have been allowing to grow, and this simple action unearthed, in a sudden rush, an amazement for the way the hairs just were, they were so beautiful, their pattern like the ocean waves. What a gorgeous creation, just growing, just being, pure consciousness, right there, along my skin. Their waves evoking in me a tender sadness: how I for years have been cutting these hairs off my body, in this moment it seemed so violent, an act of defiance and anger. I recognized all the sorrow I held for all those things I do to myself, without even questioning or thinking, because of some agreement I have with the collective society. Who said I have to be this way or that way, what the hell? Understanding the need to label to understand and also how detrimental that can be. I sat and cried for all the people that live in this world, each a beautiful being just because. How we continue to twist and block the opportunities for everyone to just be. We stop seeing ourselves and in turn we stop seeing one another. We begin living in a reality that is not the truth. My heart breaks for the love and creativity that we could have but we cut and shave and dye and reject and suppress away into the dark recesses of ourselves the shining light. Me included. We are all one giant I AM, how are we supposed to see ourselves and our potential if we are to busy plucking this or changing that? Aren't we missing the true moment. I wish I could hold these aware, heart opening glimpses with me at all times. To remember the harm I cause myself or others, how we are all inevitably connected by ripples of thought and action. Do no harm, wow, that is a huge undertaking. Huge. Yet so precious in its teaching. So precious.