I unroll my mat and step onto it. The practice of yoga has begun. So simple. Yet, powerful. I breathe, center, and move mindfully offering myself and all that I hold. My mat is like a magic carpet. Where will it take me? Is the destination some hoped-for perfection? The practice itself is the goal. Transformation is cultivated in practice. Tension dissolves, mental noise quiets, and the heart opens. I awaken to beauty and blessing. The practice of yoga meets me at my deepest point of need. Come to the mat. Breathe. Begin.