Everything seems to always work out.  And even if they don’t work out as planned, I think in the end, we’ll be in perfect harmony.  

It was supposed to rain this morning.  Reports said that there was 80 percent chance of rain from 8 to 10 this Sunday morning (and class was 8:30-9:30 am).  

It drizzled a few times, but in the end, we had a joyous yoga practice in the middle of loads of greenery. 

The temperature was perfect.  I welcomed the drops of water hitting my body.

We looked up at the blue sky, instead of a ceiling.  We felt the wind in our skin.  We inhaled fresh air.  Shavasana (Relaxation pose) was so grounding, laying down outstretched, touching the earth.

What more can I ask for at that very moment?  Nothing more.  And nothing less.  

And after experiences like this, we are more equipped to accept things that come our way.  Come what may.