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<p>Oh hi there! Sit down with me for your March 2021 Member’s Vlog!&nbsp;</p><p><br></p><p>I am rambling about important ways to approach the community theme of MOVE this month. </p><p><br></p><p><a href="https://yogawithadriene.com/march-2021-yoga-calendar-move/" target="_blank"><strong>Click here for free calendar and playlist.</strong></a> Note: this is not quite like the 30 Day Yoga Journey programmes - you can drop in anytime.&nbsp;</p><p><br></p><p>We are using our new FWFG Mindfulness Practices to slow down and balance out the activity of the rest of the calendar practices this month: </p><ul><li><a href="https://fwfg.com/programs/mindfulness-practice-with-breath-technique_am" target="_blank"><strong>Mindfulness practice AM</strong></a><strong> </strong></li><li><a href="https://fwfg.com/programs/mindfulness-practice-with-breath-technique_pm" target="_blank"><strong>Mindfulness practice PM</strong></a></li></ul><p><br></p><p>I also am inviting you to mark your calendars and join me for following events: </p><p><br></p><p><strong>3/13</strong> - an Instagram Live chat with Aicha Mckenzie. <a href="https://www.instagram.com/adrienelouise/?hl=en" target="_blank">This will be on my instagram,<strong> adrienelouise</strong></a><strong>,</strong> just show up and click my profile pic when I go live at 11am CT. We will chat, we will hang, we will breathe together. Maybe we will do some Q&amp;A? Drop some questions down below if you have any for us!</p><p><br></p><p><strong>3/16 </strong>- I will be doing the opening remarks for the <a href="https://www.sxsw.com/conference/featured-speakers/" target="_blank"><strong>SXSW Festival, which is virtual this year.</strong></a><strong> </strong>It is a total honor to be this year’s opening speaker. If any of you will be “at” the fest, please come joining me for this short session on befriending the breath!&nbsp;</p><p><br></p><p><a href="https://fwfg.com/programs/rise-morning-yoga" target="_blank"><strong>3/21-3/27</strong> - <strong>RISE 7 Day series, here on the APP!</strong></a></p><p><br></p><p><a href="http://fwfgkula.com" target="_blank"><strong>Click here to visit the FWFG KULA, our free online community/social site!</strong></a><strong>&nbsp;</strong></p><p><br></p><p>-----</p><p><br></p><p><em>POEM read is </em><strong><em>Velocity by Billy Collins from the collection titled, Nine Horses.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><em>In the club car that morning I had my notebook</em></p><p><em>open on my lap and my pen uncapped,</em></p><p><em>looking every inch the writer</em></p><p><em>right down to the little writer’s frown on my face,</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>but there was nothing to write about</em></p><p><em>except life and death</em></p><p><em>and the low warning sound of the train whistle.</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>I did not want to write about the scenery</em></p><p><em>that was flashing past, cows spread over a pasture,</em></p><p><em>hay rolled up meticulously —</em></p><p><em>things you see once and will never see again.</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>But I kept my pen moving by drawing</em></p><p><em>over and over again</em></p><p><em>the face of a motorcyclist in profile —</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>for no reason I can think of —</em></p><p><em>a biker with sunglasses and a weak chin,</em></p><p><em>leaning forward, helmetless,</em></p><p><em>his long thin hair trailing behind him in the wind.</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>I also drew many lines to indicate speed,</em></p><p><em>to show the air becoming visible</em></p><p><em>as it broke over the biker’s face</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>the way it was breaking over the face</em></p><p><em>of the locomotive that was pulling me</em></p><p><em>toward Omaha and whatever lay beyond Omaha</em></p><p><em>for me, all the other stops to make</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>before the time would arrive to stop for good.</em></p><p><em>We must always look at things</em></p><p><em>from the point of view of eternity,</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>the college theologians used to insist,</em></p><p><em>from which, I imagine, we would all</em></p><p><em>appear to have speed lines trailing behind us</em></p><p><em>as we rush along the road of the world,</em></p><p><em>as we rush down the long tunnel of time —</em></p><p><em>the biker, of course, drunk on the wind,</em></p><p><em>but also the man reading by a fire,</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>speed lines coming off his shoulders and his book,</em></p><p><em>and the woman standing on a beach</em></p><p><em>studying the curve of horizon,</em></p><p><em>even the child asleep on a summer night,</em></p><p><br></p><p><em>speed lines flying from the posters of her bed,</em></p><p><em>from the white tips of the pillowcases,</em></p><p><em>and from the edges of her perfectly motionless body.</em></p>