In the Whole Scheme of the Cosmos

As we head toward the Equinox,
The sun greets me a little later each passing day.
I imagine the sun trying to peek over the horizon.

The earth spins and rotates
And has its own cycles and rhythms.
We try to make sense of it all
And plan our lives around the earth.

It takes a whole year for the earth to cycle the sun.
So, on this day, the earth was exactly on this particular orbit.
That’s how the planets and stars align
At those rare times that astronomers keep track of.

There’s always something going on in the sky,
Even the minute.
It’s all fascinating
And often goes unnoticed.

When we’re so self-absorbed in our own lives,
Surviving, working, 
Our issues and problems feel so monumental.

But when you look up at the sky,
Those issues and problems somehow feel smaller
In the whole scheme of the cosmos.


Outside the Door

The soft earth awakens.
Fresh dewdrops cling
To the blades of grass,
To my picnic table,
To the windows of my car.

Outside the Door
The sun has begun
Its ascent above the skyline.
And its rays begin
To splay upon the horizon.

In the beginning,
Where did man lie down his head each night?
Did the morning dew greet him
Each sunrise as he awoke?
Did he sleep under the stars,
In the open air,
Or did he seek shelter most nights?

The earth is soft and lush.
Outside the Door
The heat of the summer
Has already begun to take ahold.

The breeze is my reprieve.
The birds are my companion.
As we share a moment
In the early dawn
Before the sunrays get too bright
And I, too, must take shelter
From the blazing sun.

In darkness

Each morning I awake in darkness.
My mind tricks me that it’s still night.
But the alarm can’t be wrong,
Can it?

So I grumble a little
Then I sit up and swing my legs to the side of the bed.
I take sweet side stretches
Awakening my muscles and side body.
Only then will I stand up 
And greet the day.

I begin my morning yoga in pure darkness.
The only light emanates from my iPad
as I start a yoga video.
My personal asana practice is quiet.
Everyone else is slumbering.
They, too, feel that it is still night.
Too dark to awaken.
So I enjoy the solitude
and present moment to connect
breath and movement.

My yoga practice ends with a brief meditation.
Then I click on a lamp
so I can write in my mindset journal.
Sometimes I write about last night’s dream
Like a real, tangible memory deep in my mind.
Oftentimes, I like to write my lunar
affirmation and intention
three times in a row in my notebook.
That is my ideal morning trifecta
while the sun is still in slumber.

My favorite time of the year is when the
sun rises while I’m in the shower.
I see its rays peek behind the curtains 
and begin their path up along my bathroom wall.
If I time it just right, the whole shower 
gets illuminated in fresh morning light.

For now I will have to wait 
for the synchronicity
of getting to bathe in sunlight.
It is all right.  I can wait.
My morning routine is a constant
even when the sunrise is not.