Six AM Madness

Not sure who I am these days, waking up at six to make tea and sit. In my twenties, it was the night I prayed to. But, my rock star yogi who swore sleep till ten, practice by noon; can now officially attest, it is darkest, right before morning breaks.

I stumble to the bathroom liking the skill of it, to see during the dark. And then to sit and breathe while the first speck of light appears, to enter with the Sun into a new day of Consciousness, okay, I admit – it’s cool.

And the lesson really, during this dark turn toward winter, that the faintest of light comes up, just beyond your suffering… Just after extended days of dark. A wise one once said, “Don’t quit, before the miracle…”

 

Happy Fall,

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