The rain spit at my face at 5:30 am this morning. I could hear my bike wheels draw up the water and hit my fender, as my movement broke the stillness of such an early hour.
A glowing flower from Costa Rica. If a flower can glow...I can too.
Whether part of a resolution wave or just simple interest, I have enrolled in a week-long yoga intensive that gets me out of bed long before the sun. In fact, it returns me to my house before the sun's alarm clock even goes off. Almost as if my transformed mind and body gently rub the sun's back and draw him into consciousness for the day.
"Good morning sweet sun. The day has begun, you should get out of bed and bring light to all the people who have already awoken and encourage those who have not to lift up and out of their slumber. I've already gotten the wheels turning, all you have to do is rise now."
The biking element is my personal icing on the cake of breaking into a tough daily routine.
Thus, each morning this week I will suit-up in my rain gear (rapidly aging here in Portland) and pedal my way to North Portland Yoga at a silly early morning hour.
Of course, the pay-off makes all of these petty difficulties cower.
The studio's warmth first draws you in like a fresh apply pie on grandma's window sill. Then every participant welcomes you with a smile, that you naturally return. You settle into your own body and wipe away everything that could possibly put you in even the slightest bad mood. Gone.
Just you and your breath and your body and the insightful and calming words of Sweethome Teacup, my teacher.
Balance: always seeking.
Ivan Steifel in a stern squirt on the Gauley River, WV
Now, I begin my Tuesday with a cup so full, it seems that the whole day will float by without impediment. Or perhaps, I will simply deal with impediments in a different way.
So very nice, Susan. The biking is the icing on the cake and what a sacred way to wake up the Sun.
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