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Time: the best gift to offer anyone you love.

Yet how come when I have it, I feel it seep out the window as the cold air seeps in?

The moon is full; the New Year sits within reach. And I have watched two and half movies in three days.

I have baked. I have eaten all the wrong foods. I have worked out. I write.

Yet, I have two reviews pending. I finally finished baking so I can send my family sweets for the holiday season…I thought it up after Christmas. I slept more than usual.

And I work seven days a week, most of the year, barring Thanksgiving, the holiday season and natural disasters. So given a little freedom, I do see why it seeps and eases one day into the other with much left undone.

Free time seems like what we all work for, right?

Work hard so some day you don’t have to work? But honestly, I hope to never retire. I teach yoga. I love it. Now if I punched a clock or had to be somewhere I did not want to be 40 hours week, I would be crying. Not the tears of grief but the sorrow that comes from being miserable and not being able to be myself.

Trust me, I speak from experience.

Is every day a celebration? Well, in a way it is.

Every day I have time to do yoga, if I want. Every day I share what I love: yoga. Every day, I have time to write and hone my craft. Every day I tell my husband I love him. Every day I get to cuddle with my cats. Every day I have a chance to connect with a friend, send emails to folk and play on Facebook. Every day I call my dad.

Free time is overrated.

My dad retired at 72 and regretted it for a while. One time, in my adult life I had lots of time and what I did with it lacked any meaning.

Too much of a good thing isn’t so good, right?

I am selfish with my time. Too much socializing outside of teaching makes me more tired than when I began. Yet I do love my friends, the few I have, that care to share their life with me.

Time is a gift.

In youth it makes everything seem possible. In age we see what is, look at what has been as if memory were a quilt with each square making a whole into what we embrace as now. And we look forward with fear in one hand and hope in another, planted in what faith we have.

Life goes on and on, even if we’re not here to live it, no matter what any civilization claims.

I am a full time yoga teacher, trained at City Fitness in Washington, DC and Willow Street Yoga Center in Silver Spring, Maryland. I have been writing poetry since I was nine years old. Poetry is my first love and yoga continues to feed my heart. I write because I love it. I teach because I love it. I tell my students all the time: do it because you can. That works for me. I believe in creating opportunity. I believe in helping my self and others. I think faith is the most important gift of life, because when we lose everything else we still have that in our heart. I believe the natural state of being is happiness, or bliss, or Ananda. Life is a celebration. Poetry and yoga help me celebrate. Check out my blog and website here.

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Ed: Bryonie Wise

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