The magic of SavasanaSeptember 6, 2014
Saturday mornings are always a treat. The luxury of waking a little later, taking time to savour the flavours of breakfast, and allowing the morning to really soak in. A chance to attend a wonderful sweaty yoga practice and be accompanied by the special rhythm of the morning in every breath and in every asana. Granted it should be this way, always, every day. But there is something about this one day of the week that has a luxurious edge about it, an almost sacred “me” space to it.
Today as we finally made our way into Savasana, I glanced out at the tree tops which were my view through the open window; the rusty orange colours of leaves slowly beginning to change colour, the bouncy branches of the chestnut tree swelling with its fruits (and future delights for all of us chestnut lovers!!) and I was suddenly overwhelmed with an emotion of momentary sadness; touched by the great beauty of the moment. How amazing that so many feelings can co-exist at once: an already present nostalgia for the passing of my beloved summer, whilst marvelling in the face of such beauty and in awe of all that lies ahead in the fall. I lay for quite some time with eyes open and misty, allowing the tears to fall, allowing my heart to swell,and allowing peace to envelop me and fill me fully from the inside out.
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