Morning Yoga

I loved teaching yoga at 6 am this Monday morning.  The temperature was crisp, and I could feel fall creeping in to the air.  I've always loved mornings, but spending it with three other amazing women, chatting over coffee, and then leading them through a practice made for an extra special morning.   I am really excited about this class time and am hoping to add another soon.

Here's the poem I read to them in child's pose.

A Morning Offering

by John O'Donohue

I bless the night that nourished my heart
To set the ghosts of longing free
Into the flow and figure of dream
That went to harvest from the dark
Bread for the hunger no one sees.

All that is eternal in me
Welcome the wonder of this day,
The field of brightness it creates
Offering time for each thing
To arise and illuminate.

I place on the altar of dawn:
The quiet loyalty of breath,
The tent of thought where I shelter,
Wave of desire I am shore to
And all beauty drawn to the eye.

May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.

May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.

We ended with Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic."  I love this song and the encouragement to "let your soul and spirit fly." 

The rest of my Monday will thank me for this morning. It was a glorious start to the week...the same week that ends with the glorious start of college football season!  Yay!