Just a pitter patter of rain. Light coming through the slats of the wood blinds. Although the house is full of guests, it’s quiet now.
I peak my head out to see if anyone is up. The smell of coffee wafts upstairs. My little puppy friend, Finn, waddles over and gets lost in the folds of sheets and blankets on my bed.
The quiet invites me to linger over the highlights of the party last night. So grateful for the ease of extended family.
There’s time to do some yoga in the narrow strip at the end of the bed. Beads of water collected on the bare tree branch outside the window catches my eye. A single bird gracefully dips and rises in the sky as I find strength in Warrior 3, groundedness in tree pose, joy in half moon, stillness in gomukasana.
People get up. The silence is broken. Replaced by laughter, stories, coffee, pets, bacon. We drive home refreshed by the friendship and restored by the silence.
This week’s class took us deep into our breath and our strength while allowing periods off silence. Students received poses as they arrived, staying present to their breath, their movement and their intentions.
“In stillness, the world is restored”. Tao Te Ching Namaste, Lynn
