This morning’s yoga was swift-paced
but and kind. My self-critical ego had no time in between poses to judge. No energy to spare to a wandering mind of worries, for there was only enough for breathing, feeling the strength or need for rest inside my legs, arms, and core, and hearing my heartbeats. I trusted someone I just met to support my legs in the air during an arm stand, and she, me. Perhaps next time I’ll place enough trust in my body and the wall. Perhaps just myself.
An early rise for a good start to a day of studying for finals is what I’m grateful for this morning.