Another rainy day in Costa Rica.
Buckets pour from the sky, leak from the eaves and windows.
Cars dip heavily into muddy puddles in the street.
Dogs huddle close when the thunder strikes.
Each drop offers new life, fresh prana, lush green plants.
From sea to mountains, the clouds lower heavy.
Group yoga classes made magical by rain drops on a tin roof. Continue reading “A-Z Yoga Class”