Light from the kitchen glows into the dining room, my sacred practice spot du jour. I sweep the dog hair off the floor and roll out my matt. 9:15pm and finally stepping into my own practice, not much rest for this entrepreneur. The beat of my heart slows. Folded into child's pose, space is starting to lodge itself between the many thoughts rolling around in my head. Ujjayi dials my energy inward, down dog, three leg dog on both sides ever so slow to warm up. The hot heaviness from today's 90 degree run still lurking in my body. Exhale, inhale, fold, that's the rhythm. Sun A's, Sun B's repeat, repeat, repeat no faster than my breath will take me. Illuminating sparks creep into my being, clear-headed moments allowing my true nature, my true self to peek through the clouds. Twenty Five minutes later, clarity. All is right with the world. A little yoga is all it takes.