A Sacred Ritual
Early in the morning, before the Sun wakes up and as consciousness arrives I unroll my mat and start my ritual. My mat is sacred, an extension of my body, the support to my temple; every challenge has been won here. It starts quietly, slowly, little by little awakening every thing. Then I give thanks to the Sun for the promise of one more day. Many Warriors to remind me I am strong, and the balances that teach me to be brave. Upside down I lose my fear, and sitting down I learn to breathe. I have practiced how to fall and every time I try once more. Every movement like a dance that stops to let air in, to feel it in my veins and moving from within in symphony with all that is.