I taught my first class in weeks last night, and what a welcome return to routine it was. An ordinary day is a blessing we often forget about when we seem to have nothing but. Students were happy to return, and Jules, the yoga cat, was happy to see them again. During relaxation I gazed out the French doors at the scene on my patio, making a mental note to take this photo because I loved the arrangement of blossoms and their color against the green backdrop. It wasn’t until this morning that I saw the clothesline in the background. At first I thought it ruined the photo, but now…I see that it is a metaphor for ordinary life. What could be more ordinary than laundry, and what a perfect reminder!