This morning I found myself on my balcony, flowing through vinyasa postures for the sum of a couple hours. Though humid and muggy, the air felt like a warm hug, encouraging my progression. Typically I try to perform sun salutations in the direction of the sun, out of respect. But given the time of day, the sun's position was less than ideal, and it just so happens the west view of my balcony is more tranquil facing the surrounding trees. So facing west, with a dewy moistness clinging to my skin and clothes, I yawed and stretched my bones and muscles
awake. Posture by posture, breath, by breath, I coaxed my frozen spine and hips into a more supple subjugation. Goddess, my body needed this!
It was at the end of my practice, when I took Savasana aka "corpse pose", that I felt my body fully release it's tension as my bones and tissues fell heavy into the concrete slab beneath my yoga mat. Stillness took over and my breath slowed. It was in this stillness that the birds no longer saw me, the human dancing about the patio, keeping them from the suspended, seed-horde I recently installed. They soon returned and though my eyes were closed and my vessel continued to descend heavy into the floors below me, down and down as if reaching for Mother Earth herself, I could hear the little chickadees gorging themselves on seeds like it was their last meal on this earth.
A smile flooded my relaxed face and I drank in the shifting difference a moment makes; How the sound of these tiny birds created instant ripples of energy in a transformative-torrent, surging through my entire being. Not only was I relaxed, but was now happy and 'tickled' as well. Coming out of Savasana, my complex-happy-self rolling to my side, limply pushing myself to an upright, seated position with the least amount of effort. I had given myself away and the birds, fat and fearful, flew off in a feathery flurry.
It makes me wonder further, if moments like these are memorable to birds as well? Cautionary tales of what happens when you overeat and have to flee in a hurry? Maybe they do this on purpose? Maybe the combination of gorging plus a rushed, fearful, flight assists them in regurgitating their meals for their young? I know that would be enough to make me puke..."You're welcome!"
Unlikely, but I can kid. ;)
What momentary 'shift' took place for you today and where did it take you?
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