Sun Salutation

The sun broke through this morning with our waking. One hand on River's back, the other peels back an aqua silk curtain to find a palette of green waves, reflected textures and buds. I look up to where the color of lime lays flat against a river of blue and let the light of clear sky and the silence of wonder wake my girl - it's so much easier. The essence of rose finds perfect cheeks; the opening of eyelids, global domes, a beautiful earth in the waking body.

It's more than a sunny morning for us. I open that curtain to the day because finally I am able. With enough air to breathe, enough vision, just, to look behind me and know: we are through the storm.

One note at a time today, piano trills slowly, key to key, precious movements guide the chanting of ancient syllables. Into open ears, through my swimming cells, I welcome the vibration. I want that entrance.

I have always embraced my life as a journey, a pilgrimage. First out of necessity, save that I wouldn't give into despair, to ideas and images of suffering as a disorder. When I learned that pilgrimage is a natural longing of the soul, I wanted to intentionally seek out the opportunity. I traveled and found teachers, visited sacred sites, dedicated myself to spiritual pursuits.

When I gave birth to River I understood that we don't go on pilgrimage. It goes on inside of us. It's a constant motion, revolutions of meaning from sunup to sundown, from birth to death. It's what we are doing here. All the time. Everything is the journey.

With this clarity, I bow down right here. Right here, right now. This is it.