It’s Sunday. We start mysore practice with Suryanamaskara A. Most of the time we forget the meaning of the things we do automatically. We confuse the series of postures as a warm-up–and it is, though somewhat different from what we think we are doing.
We do warm the body, we warm it as we bow to the light of the sun. We melt away the layers that need melting.
We wake from the winter morning, and rise to the springtime of our day. We grow. So that we may enjoy the warmth of summer and later harvest the fruits of our labor, before the sun goes down again, and the cycle starts all over.
Everyday, we move through the seasons. In our practice, in our lives.
The practice is the practice for our practice.