We are strange birds, I wrote many articles ago. Built to fly in our very own strange ways. Always intent on taking wing, flitting here, soaring there, floating on wind’s current, forgetting that we cannot live in the sky.

Returning to Mysore, India to study with my teacher is grounding me. I am feeling my feet again and that my “wings” are tired. It is a time to rest and rebuild strength. And that these moments of down-time are not just healthy but necessary in continuing life’s journey.

Photo: Bird perched on a branch overlooking the lake here in Mysore, India. I imagine that this bird is like me, resting and pondering flight.