03/08/2024
My fingers are cold, burning from the morning air.
My feet are throbbing in longing beneath my fluffy socks to be freed from the weight of my kneeling posture, but right now it is the greatest surface area to body contact.
The swirling sounds of droning music travels through my ear phones, amongst the occasional heavy thud thud thud of runners getting their Saturday morning fix.
The golden light begins to cusp over the edge of the trees on the other side of the lake. And my mind begins to be busied by awe, as I start to feel myself drawn into the center of rā’s rays.
Today, there’s a swirling movement below the range of my gaze that allures me. There’s something emerging out of the darkness of the water body.
The moving being holds weight and buoyancy. It carries itself and is being moved. It feels to be a familiar march, that the sluggish tufts of movement almost seem like there’s a longing to stay, and a knowing they need to go.
I’m beckoned by the mystery that expands into itself. Smoking and spiralling into being, held in mid air. My eyes try to track where it starts and where it ends. With no such certainty. There’s a slippery gaseous boundary between this mist-erous mist and the temperatures of the air.
And I am hypnotised.
Like me, it too is reaching to touch the light. I notice I have begun to pour more weight into my front body, as if to say “take me with you”.
As it reaches the open warmth, it dissolves into union. Like it knew all along.
The dark and cold air that rests at the skin of the lake, sits. Aching.
I turn to face the back of my mat. With tender hands, I offer it my painful question. A few actually. Those ones that curl our collarbones inward, and frustrates our baffled mind as it tries to figure it all out.
I stand to my feet, palms open to the grass that today presents as the space before the question. With a wider acknowledgment of wonder… Where do these questions come from?
I turn to the front of my mat, who is also reaching in line with the raising sun. Shining so sure. So true.
Inspired by the mist, I let my music roll, circle and spiral my body.
Into being in the space between..
*cont. in latest blog*
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