Sunlight streams through the broken window at the far corner of the room
Anxiety, lack of motivation, and laziness propel me downwards into my cocoon of sheets
But the inner fire within begs to be stoked and cultivated
I roll with blurred vision onto my mat and start the cycle of breath
Breathing in I acknowledge my lack of perfection
Breathing out I acknowledge my continual showing up for myself on the mat every morning
Muscle peels away from muscle, bones creak, signew is stretched, soreness ensues
The divine mix of effort and ease, focus and stillness, control and rootedness
“Root to rise” they say...rising and falling from the core of my being which gives me life and holds me up through every day, every experience, every conversation, every joy, every challenge
Breathing in I am grounded in love and acceptance
Breathing out I profess gratitude for the center that guides me everyday
A wind blows and my strong, rooted tree topples
Legs may not stretch as far as they did yesterday, and there is definitely tension that could be relaxed
The body begs me to give up, to cease my practice
Doubt and critique bubble up and for a few moments they are all consuming
Breathing in--it’s so hard to breathe in--I try and accept this place
Breathing out I try to tune out the inner critic
The time come when the breath quiets, stretches last longer, and serenity settles in once again
The chaos of unmet goals falls away, since it is truly not the focus of why I show up everyday
Cultivating a practice takes time, just as change--both internal and external--takes time
Have patience for that time
Breathing in I accept where I’m at today
Breathing out I smile
thank you. I have been struggling with not hiding from the world in my bed sheets once my alarm goes off. this inspired me to be more intentional about my morning routine and the beginning of each day.
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