Sometimes those days when it is most difficult to get yourself onto the mat can be when the deeper transformation starts to occur. Moving beyond my resistance I set myself into one of the last spots in the yoga room. As soon as I began to tap into my breath I closed my eyes and allowed my minds eye to guide me. Starting to move, with each exhale I found surrender. Softening to feel, to understand. My body, my self. Every time I opened my eyes I was offered moments to watch the clouds float by. The shadows and light danced across my skin. Glimmering warmth with each movement, each breath. Creating magic as the light bathed and transformed me with each inhale, filling up. I left that day with that small moment in time etched into my being. A tiny flicker of my repeating path, from darkness to light.