This morning when we woke up it was dark. The girls were moaning with discontent, hardly able to open their eyes. I’m no morning person either. The sheets were cosy and warm and the floor was cold to my bare feet when I tiptoed to the bathroom.
The good thing about this, though, is that I get to light candles in the morning and enjoy the flame scattering the grey and dull morning light. I get to feel that little tingle of happiness when the flames flicker and we sit around the table eating and talking quietly. I get to feel the warmth of my coffee against my palm when I curl up on my chair and breathe in the scent of freshly brewed coffee. I feel alive and I enjoy the slow awakening of senses when the autumn is here.
I have taken up yoga again – slowly and cautiously, careful not to make things worse in my back. But with baby steps I feel a tiny improvement every day. I have had back problems with herniated discs for so long that even the slightest change makes me feel both elated and scared – thrilled with the improvement and scared of the next set-back. But I do it – work and focus on getting better. And I do get better – if not physically then at least mentally. The mornings, the yoga, the effort make me feel more open-hearted, optimistic and at ease.
And though the morning was grey when we got up it is now sunny with a beautiful rainbow across the sky from the short and recent rain shower.
I feel thankful and alive. It’s a beautiful day.