Usually, I am a fan of “controlled” environments for yogasana practice. Enclosed spaces that are safe from the wind and other elements.
But on occasion the call to practice in the outdoors is irresistible. And there is something lovely about breathing through the surya namaskara with the warmth of the sun in your face.
I bow to the light of the sun, I feel gratitude for the warmth and the energy it gives, for the illumination and the nourishment…
Photo: The sun beaming above my rooftop practice today.
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.