serenade to the seasons

I love teaching early morning yoga classes. Not because I love getting up at 5:10am. Truthfully, some of those mornings I wake up with the word “f*ck” escaping my lips as I knock the phone off my bedside table attempting to turn off the ringing alarm. And then I get up and have a lovely cup of coffee in the silence of my house, make my breakfast, kiss my husband’s sleeping head, and eventually make it out the door to the beautiful studio I get to teach a 6:30am yoga class twice a week.

Somewhere along the way from waking to arriving at the studio some magic happens within. I’m still too tired to be worrying about the day or to do list, so I’m really present to the brave souls that make the effort to get up in the dark and drive in their cold cars on frosty days to sweat it out with me. I genuinely appreciate their effort to make it to their mats. I know what it takes to make it to the studio, and the planning involved because I have to do it too, and I love them for doing it, and I love them for showing up.

Not only do I get to be a teacher to these amazing students these early mornings, I also love that we get to flow with seasons to our breath. When I get up really early every day or most days, I notice the days as they get longer and shorter. I feel my inner nature shift with the seasons. I have the desire to turn in and reflect as the days get shorter, and the pull to get up and create as the days get longer. Right now, we are leaving the depths of winter and the class is beginning to end with the sun rising. It is enchanting to see the days getting longer and being present for each extra minute we get every day. Last week we were in darkness this week we have light.

To me, being a part of the changing seasons means being a part of this world, and a part of not only my life, but the capital L Life. The seasons remind me of my connection to that Thing that animates my body, the trees, and the living pulsing earth beneath my Tadasana toes. Each breath is a season in itself. A beginning, a pause, an ending. I am reminded to be in awe of the grandeur of the universe and the small expression that I am within it, and how kick ass that is.

 

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