Last night I went to my first yoga class in almost a year. It was hard. My body felt older- my muscles were stiff, I'm not as flexible or strong as I once was, and today I'm sore. But I have to start somewhere and I've heard that the beginning is a very good place to start. So that's where I am...at the beginning- learning how to flow from one pose to next, how to be present and quiet the mind, but most importantly how to breathe again. I want to breathe in all the love, truth, and creativity the Universe has to share with me and breathe out all the junk that I'm letting get in my way. My legs might shake a bit as I stand in the poses, but I will stand strong because there's a warrior in me. There's warrior in all of us.