“what light through yonder window breaks”
the sun is streaming in through my window
suddenly splashing my face with glorious light
I am bathed in gold , pink and a warm warm red
over the garage the branch of a pine tree
is playfully waving to me
it’s long delicate needles bending
in a curious game of hide n seek
the wind is roaring like the sea
and the clouds are sailing
i sit this morning
the fingers of my right hand are once again
barely able to move
my hands, wrists and arms are stiff
and I am in ache
the awkward turning of the pages of my book
seem to be all the weight
I can manage
and so begins my day off
in gratitude still
for a day of rest
I sit
my husband bargains with me
challenges me, cajoles me
into returning to my yoga
invoking my guilty-as-charged smile
my beleaguered tendons, joints and I know
just how to soothe
with ease
and regain less painful movement
without the supposed benefits of my anti-inflammatory
which I have once again
willingly
neglected
it is to begin …
to begin
it seems to me
it is much the same with love
how does one open one’s heart
allow one’s heart
share
one’s heart
feel the joyful flow of love
giving and receiving
trusting
and embracing
it is not by keeping things silent. guarded
and untouched
it is not by keeping things safe
closed off
and unavailable
this to me is a shutting out
of the sun
to blocking ones joy
in an effort to avoid
pain
and all of this
does little to keep one
safe
instead it merely leads one’s heart
to stiffening
to brittle, to crooked-ness
and to ache
it takes movement
gentle
and kind
and opening
and offering
and allowing
it takes ease
and flow
it takes breathing in
and letting go
and so it begins
with what I know
slowly, gently
lovingly
with the sun on my skin
closing my eyes
I begin
again
stand in mountain pose … ♥