I am not very religious.
However, this morning I am compelled to unroll my yoga mat and pray.
I have a lot to be thankful for: health, family, an amazing kid, a job I love and friends who keep me grounded. All sprinkled with joy , laughter and my husband's interpretation of a recent pop song.
Today I pray for those who need hope, love and maybe a basket colorful eggs.
My daughter sprang from her bed very early with wide-eyed anticipation of what was in her basket. After a few moments and some extra strong coffee, I watched her organize her jelly beans and chocolate eggs into perfect piles.
I asked myself, is this the meaning of this day? Organization of sugar? (oh there is a conversation)
Hmmm, no answer. Maybe the gods are still sleeping.
"Yoga calls for direct experience and straightforward wisdom (over scrupture, dogma and ritual)"
Today on Easter Sunday, a say a prayer of thanks for all I have and a prayer of hope for those who have real challenges, like breast cancer and poverty. I sit on my yoga mat surrounded by plastic eggs, jelly beans and chocolate filled with hope for all that is in the future.
With little anticipation, I am doing my best to embrace this moment. I feel like my yoga mat has been washed clean and I can start anew.
I am filled with spring and love.
I hope you are too.
See you on the mat.