This morning I woke to a beautiful start, which is rare for an early anything with me because, in the mornings, I prefer silence and coffee.
For some reason, still in bed, my little black and white cat attacking my toes with all the might in her paws and savagery of her teeth, I awoke early to sunshine, feeling genuinely happy. By 6 am I was up and ready for yoga and all the to-do’s there were to do in my day.
But between the coffee and the yoga, a couple of things unexpectedly went awry. Things that flipped my happiness on the floor like a pancake that missed the pan and splatted the floor. The sudden pivot from joy to let down was tough.
So, the heavy replaced the light, and discouraged, I trudged off to yoga.
There, under the palapa, a few of us yogies gathered and waited for class to begin. We watched the crashy blue ocean, its tide rising higher and higher and bubbling across the sand and reaching close to the palapa floor.
We waited. And we waited. No yoga teacher. Rather than lie around, or go home, another yogi took over and led us through a vinyasa instead.
Halfway through, our yoga teacher finally arrived, having come through hell or high water (literally) herself, to show up for her students. Students who were now in full “side plank star” and couldn’t stop to respond or greet her.
So. Disappointed with the struggles of her day, which had also begun far more joyful than they felt now, she unrolled her mat next to me and joined the flow.
Breathe in frustration.
Breathe out “fuck this”.
Breathe in sun and strength.
Breathe out peaceful thoughts.
As we both, sweaty and discouraged with the way our different lives had played out this morning, we moved through all the down dogs, all the warriors, all the friggin’ namastes.
I watched the tide come closer, higher, crashier, and thought, “What if we just allowed all this ocean water to rise fuller and higher and sweep into this palapa and wash us all away. Stinging cold and splashy, we could let it wash away the salty morning.
I envisioned strong waves rolling through and cleansing all of it out. All of the shitty things that derailed us even before breakfast. Just let it all get washed away with the sea, leaving us with drippy hair and clean wet skin so that we could start our day again.
So we did.
Most times, it is with a new day that we see an opportunity to close our eyes, breathe in deep, and start again with the rise of a new sun.
We can restart with any new minute at any time.
We yoga-ed it out. Breathed it out. Shifted our mindset to one of calm, acceptance, strength, and renewal.
And, regaining our peace and our footing, we started the day again.
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