Last night at my (pregnancy) yoga class, during the final relaxation (which is my favourite part when I'm feeling this tired!), the teacher played the most beautiful music. It was a single female voice, so clear and strong, accompanied by a simple Indian flute melody. The image it conjured up for me was of rising at dawn and giving thanks to the new day.
This made me think of the months I spent in Guatemala, when I'd go to bed early and then rise with the sun. I'd climb up to the flat roof each morning and do yoga as the sun rose beyond the lake, slowly slowly pouring her golden calm over the volcanoes and the villages dotted around Lago Atitlan. This is the only time in my life when I have practised sun salutations physically to the sun and this experience will never leave me. Just thinking about this last night brought with it an acute sensation of longing. What would I give to be able to experience this kind of energy once again in the morning? A great deal. For the meantime, I need to trust that it will come again.
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