I’ve noticed this sense of opening when practicing mindfulness or yoga…when reading something that touches my heart or inspires me…when I’m among friends who dare to be real and vulnerable…when I’m with my husband Jim exploring possible vacations. I feel alive, at peace, and a sense of joy.
Do you ever feel a kind of unfolding? When does it most often happened? How does it feel to you?
* I took this photo one morning on a New York City street lined with flower shops.