Aprés the Fire

Today I woke up to the smell of moisture in the air. It is drizzling on the coast. The air is clear and I drove up to Cabrillo National Monument to do some sun salutations (or perhaps I should say cloud salutations). Looking southeast I could see San Miguel Peak (left) and Lyons Peak is peeking out from behind it. A plume of smoke from the Harris Fire rises behind them.

Doing yoga outside in the misty air I finally relaxed some of the tension I've been feeling all week. If I think the world is threatening, then it becomes so. Right view is the first step.