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Today's Message from the Mat

We really can only do ONE thing at a time. During the first few minutes of practice my jittery ramifying mind scares me into thinking there is simply too much to do and I don't have what it takes to do what needs doing. Then, I stop trying to fight the yoga (life itself). I give up. That's when the Yoga assures:  "really everything is okay; you only need to do one thing at a time; you are safe, and everything will work out fine."

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