Spring was just sleeping they often say, for when daylight
returns the world comes out to play. The spring equinox brings us a balance of
light and dark, waking the resting earth. Roused from slumber plants stretch
and open their sleepy eyes. New life emerges taking its first full breaths. We
too stretch and breathe ready for new adventures.
Drizzle followed us the length of the way, grey clouds hovering
low overhead. Seeking release from the confines of winter we headed to the
Texas hill country. Wildflowers were beginning to break ground and we looked
forward to more than a glimpse of Bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush in addition
to the fresh spring air. Yet where were the sunbeams we’d yearned to see? Good
yogis know we ought to surrender to whatever is to be, thus should the sun
refuse to shine we’d roll out our mats then settle in to enjoy family.
The next morning dawned bright and clear however and a cold biting
wind greeted us. Bundling up, we set off eager as ever to discover our
treasures. Bright blue faces with sweet little smiles covered the countryside
mile after mile. Vivid orange splashes popped up here and there. We snapped photos
in the blustery breeze. Drinking in the wild air we were filled with the energy
of life.
Breath is life. In yoga the conscious control of the breath is
called pranayama. Prana means breath and
yama means control. Pranayama affects our whole being; body, mind and spirit.
This awareness of the breath brings us closer to controlling the mind and
directs the energy of the body. Yoga science gives instruction to the practice
of pranyayama; it is good to begin breath work in the spring. During spring the
air is pure, neither too hot nor too cold. Wisdom is asleep in each of us and pranayama
awakens this slumbering insight.
It is spring, time to wake up, the light welcomes me and I remember to breathe.
KH
It is spring, time to wake up, the light welcomes me and I remember to breathe.
KH