I woke up this morning trying to tell myself I didn't want to give away our dog. You see he had me up at 2:30 AM cleaning a fresh pile of crap from my living room floor. Not sure why, at 7 years old, he is having an accident in the middle of the night. Could be he was boarded for a week over Christmas. Could have brought home a little bug of some sorts. Or he may have just gotten out of his routine and can't remember to relieve himself earlier in the day... Who knows.
At any rate, I needed a little "om" moment to change my attitude. I've been completely out of my habit of morning meditation/yoga for quite some time. I have no concrete plans today until 1:00 so no excuses.
Opening my "altar" (a repurposed armoire) this morning was like greeting a beloved friend. Absence made the heart grow fonder.