Wandering Mind

This morning’s practice was a prayer. I didn’t start with that intention but I realized as I practiced that it had become one. I was actually running behind so I skipped a most of my pre-practice ritual and just said the invocation and allowed my practice to take over. It was really a wonderful feeling and not something I’m used to lasting the entire time. The poses felt natural where they were, and I was aware of where they used to be, and I could see, in time, where they were going but there was no rush to get there.

The ride in this morning was beautiful but chilly. The temp was in the low 50’s and at 50mph it drops a bit more. The sun was coming up and there was a fog engulfing the landscape so you could only see the idea of the world. I traveled through the wetlands with a Great Blue Heron sailing along with me and by the time I got to the rows of sunflowers just outside of town the fog was so thick I had to take off my glasses because of the condensation blocking my vision. I think the beauty of that ride slipped into my practice and my prayer came from my gratitude for that beauty.