A Quiet Life of Yoga

A quiet life of yoga; 

it's a quiet life of yoga, and this seems to be what I'm called to do, at least for now, for this portion of my journey and for however long it might last. This is yoga in it's deepest sense, original meaning of union with the divine, and in essence this is what I do - my current life is given over to what I can only call the holy experience of being alive, finding myself curious and aware as to what each moment holds, awake to the backdrop of mystery from which is all unfolds...

a quiet life of yoga. 

and that's truly what this is, with none of it planned, but there's a spontaneous call to wake well before dawn, sitting for a length of meditation, absorbed in a silent mind. There is sun salutation to greet just the first hint of dawn, before even first streak of light appears, yet sensing it's arrival through my body's urge for motion. There is time after for my single cup of coffee for the day, thoroughly enjoyed, each sip savored as the last I'll have until tomorrow. I write, still spontaneous, nothing really planned, and simply let the words flow, only least effort given and allowing inspiration to take hold. 

and still there's time for a walk before the sun rises. 

a welcomed gift of nature. 

it's from this point on that life continues, easily so, usually, and not even unforeseen events interrupt it's flow. The stillness from my morning seems to be retained, carried over through seamless moments without effort of my own. Life remains spontaneous, inspired, a true simplicity of being. What I mostly find is the absence of my involvement here, that it's all intimate, and yet not personal. Life is happening and I am a participant, an infinite event of motion, being aware of my own nature.  

that's how it is right now, 

a quiet life of yoga.

for however long it might last.

~

Peace, Eric