Sunday mornings used to be my mornings of deep thoughts. I’d simply sit and write, without much thought, and reflect on whatever came out through my fingertips. I loved doing Stream of Consciousness Sunday. Until I didn’t.
I felt the need to inspire others and be creative while also writing decent content for my readers. And it became a chore I had to do every Saturday night. I still love the concept and I’m grateful to Jana for taking over the series. I stop in from time to time to participate and it’s always great to let the writing flow.
I wanted to start writing again on Sundays, when I feel I need inspiration the most, but I wanted it to be intentional writing. So I decided to start up my own Sunday series called “a little inspired.”
I don’t go to church and I’m unapologetic about that but I spend a lot of time working on spiritual, emotional, mental, and physical connections to the world around us. I’ve gotten a little lost (call it “busy”) along the way and realized that I’ve pushed those connections aside and I’m trying to regain them.
To that end, I finally gave in to what my heart and mind have been begging me to do but what my body has been fighting me on. I got myself up this morning and actually went to yoga. It doesn’t hurt that the time change made it still feel like I was sleeping in.
I walked in to the always packed class. I was hoping to get there early so I could sneak in the back and go relatively unnoticed. I’ve been about 3 months without even a glance in the gym’s direction and today I was going to ease back into it.
The only available space was up front, of course, right in front of the instructor. Bob, the instructor, is about as unassuming as they come. All I know about him is that he’s got a gentle spirit and was a Vietnam vet. If I had to guess, I’d say that puts him in his 60s. And he loves to have fun.
So there I was, right smack in front of Bob as he assured us it was all okay to come up front. I said quietly, sheepishly, I’m really out of practice.
An hour and fifteen minutes later I realized exactly how out of practice I was. I’m feeling fine now but fully expect to be aching in every part of my body tomorrow. But I made it through and Bob even gave me a pat on the back at the end of class and said I did good.
Well, I didn’t collapse so I guess that’s good.
I actually go to yoga class for way more than the physical workout (which it is). I go for the body-mind-spirit connection. I go to quiet my mind, to open my mind, and to get some little teeny tiny bit of inspiration.
It can come from Bob or from someone else in the class or an interaction in the parking lot or more likely, from my own mind as I lay in savasana.
Today it was Bob’s word, though, that gave me the inspiration I needed to write today. He encouraged us to look out the window and look around as we enjoy our drives home. He said, “today is the only day that the colors will look this way… until next fall.” But really, have you ever seen the same fall twice? Trees grow and fall. The sunlight and rain affect how vibrant the colors are from year to year.
Today is the only day that will ever be exactly like this. And for me, that means doing the laundry, sending some emails, painting the trim, heading to the grocery store. But it also means going outside, walking the dog, and enjoy the absolutely gorgeous fall day that we will never have exactly like this again.
Love that! I have been so busy lately but the colors this Fall take my breath away and I am always amazed at the rich brush of reds and yellows. It does make you pause and appreciate the handiwork of God in everything!
I’m sad that it’s gone so quickly. It already looks (and feels) like winter here!