I used to wake up in darkness. I spent more than eight years getting out of bed with blackout curtains draped over our bedroom windows.
They were necessary. They helped me fall asleep for my graveyard shifts. Just like 32 oz. of coffee helped me jumpstart my brain before sunrise.
This morning, I watched sunlight peeping thru the blinds. I listened to my dog snoring on my knee. I spotted my husband buried under the covers.
My body has shifted. I’m sleeping past sunrise.
I worked on my yoga practice in our new backyard this morning.
Today’s view from my yoga studio.
I rolled out my mat on our patio at our bed and breakfast, the Inn at Mavericks. I worked on sun salutations. I closed my eyes and allowed the lighthouse gongs to center my breathing. When I bent my leg into tree pose, I stared at a billowing American flag, perched on a fishing boat. I breathed in salty sea air and good vibes. I breathed out frustrations and worries from my work week. I finished my practice with a smile, thinking about one Bali medicine man’s message to Elizabeth Gilbert in “Eat Pray Love“: “Smile in your liver.”
(Yes, the book is better than the movie. However, the movie didn’t suck. Julia Roberts rules.)
Now, the sun is trying to peek out over Half Moon Bay during our Memorial weekend getaway.