Return

Return: 

for the past few days I've allowed myself to sleep in just a bit, only an hour or so as I recover from a virus that's been particularly stubborn in it's stay. With this I've made a few adjustments, dropping a few asanas from my earliest yoga routine, shortening my pre-dawn walks - little things that might not seem important but have a noticeable affect through the rest of the day. 

I feel like I'm behind, in need of catching up. 

yet there's nothing that I'm chasing.

my most recent days, over the course of the last few years, have become monk-like in their structure. With little room for negotiating those extra few minutes in bed. It's not so much a matter of discipline, no, being more so a spontaneous plan that guides me through the day. 

I just go where I'm told.

and live my life this way.

these past few days though, it feels like I've compromised that plan, listening to demands that aren't really for my best interest right now. And the reason is that I don't feel better from that extra time in bed, I'm playing catch up with the thing I've most enjoyed. An hour doesn't seem like a lot of time, bit it's enough to cause me to consider how my day is served. My most cherished moments are the morning hours, quiet, contemplative, and completely my own. 

it's my time with God.

Brahma Muhurta.

holy hours.

and they now ask for my return.

~

Love, Eric 

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My Hours With God

My hours with God: 

I love how my mornings begin, a first grateful prayer to my mind and lips, just a thankful thought and smile for my existence, and then I'm on to breathwork and meditation, followed by a yoga practice that grows ever more spontaneous and flowing each morning. I am truly blessed within these early hours, being so completely still and dark and seemingly belonging to me alone. 

there's no regret for my even earlier bedtime. 

these morning hours are just cherished too deeply. 

 they're Brahma Muhurta, 

my hours with God.

my best explanation for this, if one is really needed, is that I am called to these hours as a time of self reflection, developing an intimate relation to the presence of God within, a relationship that defies any description, but is known so completely as the very fabric of my existence. This isn't a deity that calls for my worship, yet I am devoted to waking earlier each morning to spend my time within this unfolding presence, looming ever larger in my life now. 

truly, not a deity at all,

but simply life, reality, awakening within me.

and so I find myself waking up well before dawn, several hours actually, and give my time to this devotion, happily, and each morning my connection to this presence only deepens. I use the term Brahma, or God, yet only for the sake of reference. The reality is just life itself, an aware sense of beingness and a feeling that I belong completely to these morning hours. 

it's a sense of being claimed.

or reclaimed, really.

and I'm curious of this mystery, 

how it calls to me each morning, asking only for my surrender.

and I gladly give myself away.

devoted to its call.

~

Peace, Eric 

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Hours of God

Hours of God: 

and so arrives the hours of God, Brahma Muhurta, a period of existing as a window of time just before dawn and then briefly after the sun first appears. It's from here that the mysteries of the cosmos calls to us, daring us to awaken and experience our true potentiality. This is where our greatest ideas happen, inspiration appears unbidden, and we are gifted with a deep silence in which we hear the whispered voice of God and secrets of creation are revealed. 

I wouldn't miss it for the world. 

and in fact I wake early to prepare for its arrival, giving some time for cleansing breathwork, meditation, and several rounds of sun salutation as a fully body stretch of prayer. I want to be ready for the very first whisper heard, at be at my desk when inspiration comes with a gift of words. As well, I wish to experience this time in nature, finishing my writing and heading out the door no matter what the weather might offer. It's all sacred during this period, in these hours of God, everything feels so truly gifted and I'm eager to show my appreciation by experiencing it all. 

these are the hours of God,

but only for those who wake early for their arrival.

and surrender to their mystery. 

~

Peace, Eric  

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