Yeah, so I left God out of the title – but this is not about her, this is about grace.

I haven’t really felt all that girly the past few days as work has bogged me down.  I scarcely had time for any exercise.

But, today, I demanded from myself that I step away from the computer and do some yoga.

And what do you know, ten minutes into the practice of this graceful, spiritual form of exercise, my feminine spirit was soaring.

It was miraculous!  (Ok, maybe God is in there somewhere, who knows?)

I have mentioned before that I never did yoga as a man, nor am I ever inclined to do so even now.

Yoga ties into the part of me that is feminine.  My male self competes and does other forms of exercise, and wouldn’t be caught dead in a yoga studio.

Rigid?  You bet?  Chauvinistic?  Probably.

Hey, but that’s your Janie!  Things feel right to me that way.