sometimes i get up early

yesterday, at 3am, ezra asked me to cover her up.  the blankets must have gotten tangled.  she was cold.  i snuggled her back into blankets, rolled over, and checked the clock.  3am.

3am has become this funny time for me.  if i am woken (by myself or someone else) i can’t seem to fall back asleep!  my mind is full.  telling stories.  planning.  fretting.  working stuff out.  i usually stay in bed while this happens.  but yesterday, after an hour of mind play, i decided to get up.

i rolled out my yoga mat at 4am.  it was a miracle!  i never get up and do yoga.  unless i’m teaching.  i wake up at 5:30am almost everyday.  but it’s to make green juice for folks and get the kids ready for school or go to the farmer’s market.  there have been very rare moments when the girls are with their father that i have done some yoga.  but not like this.  this yoga was more free from self-judgment than i’ve experienced in a long time.  maybe it’s because of the auspicious hour?  maybe it’s because of the week of morning yoga i had taught the week before? or maybe it’s because of what i said before bed?

i twirled my wrists and flicked my fingers.  i laughed and i watched years of yoga teaching roll over me.  all the phases i have been thru.  all the movements i haven’t taught in a while.  poses i love.  poses i don’t.  i was compassionate and funny with myself in a way i usually reserve for others.

yoga photos by ally 026i luxuriated in twisting.  breathed into spots where something has been holding for a long time.  i tried not to push too hard.  i tried not to try.  the holding and stiff spots didn’t disappeared.  i just noticed them.  and breathed.

it was one of those moments.  a more clear than foggy moment.  a rare self kindness hour.

yoga photos by ally 035i am no longer dreading waking at 3am. although i’m not setting the alarm for that hour!  but if i do wake and find i really can’t go back to sleep i might get up and roll my mat out again and see what happens.

before i went to bed i had curled myself up into a ball and i had promised myself that i would take care of me.  that i would love me no matter what.  you see i had been feeling sick for weeks.  tired.  scared of i don’t know what exactly.  scared of death.  scared of failure.  sickness being a failure (in my stories!)  and so i promised to myself again, like a little wedding, to honour myself no matter what.  with or without the yoga.  with or without the cold or flu.  healthy or not.  i was going to remember to keep loving me.  it’s a good promise.  and it’s so strong and deep it’s ok if i break it or i forget!  probably a little something like god.

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2 thoughts on “sometimes i get up early

  1. Yes, “Sometimes I get up early” too, and go through a similar process. I am in Jamaica at the moment working on setting up the infrastructure for Olympic Wrestling on the Island. I am up these days about 3am – 3:30am. I think about whatever happens to be on my mind until it leaves me. We start training at 5am – 5:30am on a hill that tests you in so many ways. This morning I was walking the hill the light hadn’t changed yet and in the darkness I ask myself, “Do you really love yourself Wayne”? The self talk was so focused and intense. Stuff like come on Wayne lets have the truth do you really love yourself as you are now. A smile came from inside and I said yes. The self talk continued. OK, what about this intimacy and tenderness that you say you need. In that moment I realized that I was being intimate with myself and the universe, this all seeing and knowing place that holds no judgement and is the source of love. My steps became more deliberate and I focused on my heart beat and breath and realized how tender a little honesty with yourself can be. As I walked I proceeded to think of all the ways I could be intimate and tender with myself by myself. I got back to where I am staying and started to read emails I hadn’t opened yet and read, “Sometimes I get up early”. The sentence, ” I was going to remember to keep loving me”, will stay with me on my journey and when I fall it is the sentence I will refer to. Thank you. You are a beautiful being and a bright light illuminating all of us doing the work.
    One Love
    Wayne Smythe

    1. oh wayne! blessings on your journey! love to hear about your self journey. and the funny thing is that i was just thinking about you this morning while i was making green juice. wondering how things were settling for you. thank you for sharing. sending you oodles of love.

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