As I poured a cup of coffee, the songbirds beckoned, reporting the splendor of the morning. As such, I took up my yoga mat and decided to practice in the cheerful light of daybreak. I rested my body on the earth and soaked in her strength for the day. Outside of my Zen bubble, Balio has dug a sizable hole in a newly planted garden, so we’re building fence today. He only has 200 acres to roam, but newly seeded ground is apparently his jam. He’s on the shit list today.