I got up early this morning. My sweet baby girl (who is six months old today!) did a six hour stretch last night, which is a vast improvement compared to recent nights, so I too got a little more sleep. I tried to fall back asleep after the 5:30 am wakeup but I felt restless. So instead of tossing and turing I decided to get up, do some yoga and enjoy some quiet time to myself.
I wish I could do this every morning.
I miss my yoga practice. And early morning sessions always remind me of the three weeks I spent in Costa Rica a lifetime ago doing my yoga teacher training. We were up, on our mats at 6 am every day. The air was cool but humid. I would wake to the sound of howler monkeys and make my way silently to the yoga shala atop a little hill overlooking the lush rainforest. At the end of the class we’d lay in savasana awaiting the sound of the conch which meant it was breakfast time. Breakfast was often had in silence and we would all sit an enjoy our food and much awaited coffee. I remember feeling so much gratitude and love. I felt so alive those mornings. I came back home wanting to continue an early morning practice, but it just wasn’t the same.
Once my sweet baby girl starts sleeping better (god, please be soon!!) I am going to make this my new ritual. I need time to myself every day, and not at the end of the day when I’m exhausted and filled with all of the feelings of the day. Taking care of a toddler and a baby is not easy.