I made my way to the living room and sat down in front our large picture window. It was still dark outside, but the light was starting to peek through the trees. I sat for a moment and stared out of the window and then I began to move and stretch. I started with a nice long Balasana (Child’s Pose), found my way into some yummy cat-cow stretches and then worked my neck and shoulders. Next, I moved into gentle twists, forward folds and stretches for my back. Finally, I found myself in my seat, or Sukhasana. Sitting upright, spine lengthened, crown of the head lifting towards the sky, palms resting easy on my thighs, I watched the breath go in and out through my nose and consciously worked to quiet the mind. After a while, I broke my meditation and came on to my back, gazing out of the window again. I studied the way the trees looked against the morning sky and took note as the wind blew through their branches. I considered what I needed to do for the day, but more than that, I considered not doing anything for a little while longer. Finally, when I felt it was time, I got up and started my day.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but I love the mornings. I always feel so much more creative and ready to take on the day. By nightfall, I’m usually less likely to sit down and formulate good thoughts to share with you all. But the mornings, ah…the mornings.
As much of morning person as I like to be and as I used to be, I’ve noticed a change in my own personal morning habits. And although I go to bed with big dreams of attacking the next day with vigor and creative altruism, I’ve most recently found myself unable to accomplish all that I set out to do. Perhaps it’s the combination of my full-time job, mixed with my side work of teaching and running a small floral design company, topped off with my need to pick up new projects (I taught myself to knit during the blizzard!) and my endless stack of books that I’m dying to ready. Marry that with a health social life which includes taking classes, relaxing with friends, and common household needs, and it’s no wonder why I sometimes feel like it will never get done. Oy vey!
Over the years I’ve learned to let go a lot of what I expected to do. Instead, I aim to do the best that I can do in any given situation, or in this case, on any given morning. So, for today, instead of taking the time to write this entry as I intended by defining and outlining our intricate relationship with Expectations, instead, I’ll leave you with this thought and leave that entry for another less busy day when I can give the subject matter the attention it requires.
I am going to benefit others as much as I can.
Ah, morning..my favorite time of day. So filled with anticipation and endless possibilities of the day to come. As I wake up from my dreamy state, I’m always filled with a sense of peace and well-being, even when I know my dance card for the day is filled.
I cherish those first few silent moments prior to any utterance of sound. I give myself a few extra minutes on the alarm clock every day to fully experience the grandeur of those silent moments. I know that if I listen hard enough, I can practically hear the sun whisper “good morning” as she rises to warm the day. Ah, morning…
The mornings are great times of reflection, planning, and creativity for me. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely have those days where I feel like 700 tons of weight are anchored to my legs and I don’t want to even think about opening my eyes. Yet, still, I lay peacefully in my bed, and listen to the world wake up. It’s on those toughest days that I know I have the greatest opportunity to impact how my day will go. To know that I can make this day turn out all right, even if I’m stressed or scared of what is to come.
It’s helpful to do so. To remind ourselves that this is a new day and try to look forward to the adventure waiting around the corner. To take time to express gratitude for the good fortune of being here today, no matter how dismal we may feel. There’s a reason that we are present, you know. However, before all that, can we simply sit, watch, and listen? Listen to the birds chattering on our windowsills. Listen to the wind whistling through the trees. Watch as the light bathes over our homes with gentle kisses of sunshine and just breathe.
Ah, morning…my favorite time of day.