AM I A YOGI? Written by: Christine Boyd Miller, PhD The morning sun filters through the redwood trees. I open my eyes, the dementia of dreams slowly lifting. I take day
my
first
and
mind.
No
seeping grateful
awake
breath
contemplate regrets
in
so
my
from
that’s
of
state
the of
yesterday
positive.
I’m
for having remembered to
set the auto brew on the coffeepot last
night
as
the
aroma
of
fresh
Chocolate Blues Breaker wafts down the hall. I follow my nose out of bed stealthily
as
not
to
wake
the
four-
year-old sleeping sweetly beside me. Just as I’m setting my toes on the
Fortunately,
floor, he sits up and exclaims, “Let’s
uncertainty,
play Legos!” while rubbing the sleep
My
from
flow with the sun so I can usually rally
his
eyes.
Sometimes
I
have
a
energy
for I’m and
a
this
daily
morning
mood
person.
pretty
much
few minutes of quiet solitude in the
for
kitchen before he wakes up. It’s hit
calm and ease. Although I do have to
or miss. Either way, there’s gratitude
wage heavy battle against my inner
so the morning is a win already.
busy person who is nagging at me to
a
7
or
8am
Lego
session
with
do chores and be productive. Then my
inner
child
reminds
me
that
spending an hour playing Lego with my
son
and
filling
his
emotional
bucket is a productive use of time. The added bonus is that it gives me an
opportunity
to
practice
a
little
self-care, which I need desperately.
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