Each morning began with a sunrise yoga practice on the beach. Each day held warmth and color and the vibrancy of the place - even the fences are alive. I am fascinated by our guide showing us how mangrove seeds contain a tree in miniature. At sunset locals gather at the crocodile bridge to watch silent reptiles emerge from the surface only to disappear without a trace. We walk along dirt roads traversed by scooters, trucks, brahman cows, horses who are not penned, families, dogs, and the odd iguana. I am deeply thankful for family and friendship, adventure, the power of breath, and the strength of the myriad connections in my life.
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