It begins small. It begins with a possibility...a thought..an intention.
I never do know what it is I'm going to find when I get myself out there. Some days - it's nothing. Most days - it's not. Some days - I find myself shaking my head and wondering why it is I'm doing this. But - mostly - I don't.
Always - there is something unexpected that surprises me. No two days are ever the same. Each - brings its own unique color and sound and smell and taste. Each - day has its own special texture.
But - it always begins small. With an intention that has no real expectation...no real goal.
In the end - the reward is in the process..the prize is in the pose. It's all about getting myself out there..even on those days when I don't know.