Yogi Joe

I have a new yoga master. (Yogi?) He’s tiny, but terribly efficient and insanely flexible.

Every weekend morning, Joseph runs into my bedroom and says, “Wake up for yoga, Mommy!”

I stumble out of bed while he puts me through my paces: Waterfall, Doggie, Super Hero, Kitty Cat, Mouse and when we’re done, he calmly puts his hands together and “blows out the candle”.

It’s an amazing way to start the day.

Namaste.