I am lovin’, lovin’, lovin’ the new routine.
You couldn’t get me to trade it for all the gold beneath the surface of the earth. (I don’t think. If you have a deal, let me know, and I’ll get back to you…)
Here’s what has been happening every morning the past two weeks.
I get up. Yawn, yawn. Drink one cup of coffee or one cup of tea, depending. Chit-chat with Barry who is probably still befuddled by my new routine. (Usually I have been up and OUT the door by 6:30 a.m. on work mornings, headed for the school, almost before he has time to mumble a “Good morning to you!”)
These days I kindly say goodbye to HIM before he shuts the front door. Then begin 45 minutes of yoga. YES! 45 minutes of yoga! DOUBLE YES!
Have been taking yoga lessons since spring, but seemed incapable of translating that into daily personal practice until a couple of weeks ago. Don’t know why the challenge. Convinced myself that I could never remember the routine of practice. Could never remember when to do Downward Dog and Warrior I and Chest Expansion and Child’s Pose.
Yet, yet…somewhere a couple weeks ago…I tried it…listening to soothing music on the stereo….and YES it worked! I began to do the routine. With starts and stops, not-knowings and not-rememberings, but pretty much OK.
Then, after the 45 minutes of yoga ends, I do another 45 minutes of breathing meditation.
I resisted breathing meditation mightily for many moons. My meditation friend & teacher, Cheyenne (remember? I went to visit her in Lake Tahoe last spring?) recommended breathing meditation. I had been doing meditation for about seven years, but not this kind. I resisted her suggestion. Why breathe anyway?
(Don’t any of you dare respond to that last question!)
Well, I have been breathing deeply deeply deeply for months now and have been experiencing more energy, clearing and connection than imaginable. Cheyenne is a gifted meditation teacher and her advice has been incredible.
So I yoga and breathe every morning. That’s it.
Decided to change my work schedule–fortunately I have flexible hours at the school–and come in after the morning practice. The peace I feel is incredible. Astounding.
In the beginning, doing the yoga poses, it was a little challenging to see the benefits. (Besides flexibility and strength and physical health, ha ha…) All these months later it keeps becoming clearer that yoga, especially with synchronization of the breath, was created by a genius. Whoever you were to devise these simple stretches, I salute you!
It is so beautiful to start the morning devoted to one’s spiritual practice, health and peace. I recommend it to everyone who can find ways to fit these practices into their lives, no matter your religion or belief.
Namaste, dear blog reader. (Which translates to: The God in me honors the God in you.)