I lie on my mat and ponder the wickedness in this world
Softly chanting mantras
Calling for light in dark corners
Offering praise for the ones showing us the way
I meditate
Cleaning the slate of my overworked and overwrought thoughts
I move my body
Stretching muscles
Mending tissues
Restoring cells
Experiencing joy in the work
Content that heaven exists
in the garden planted,
the mountains climbed,
the paths run
and
the moments magnified by love
Day 20. Namaste
Building A Life Of Hope 
Beautiful. I too am finding similar releases from the pressures. I just hung up some Tibetan prayer flags in my garden then planted out some potatoes that had sprouted in the cupboard.