Yoga and Snow.

It was mid morning on a slow Sunday. I was in my mother’s bedroom, facing her window. I had my purple yoga mat laid down on her cream carpet, and my eyes staring out at the snow whirling from the sky. Arching my back and rising my upper arms to form an arc over my head, I began the steps for sun salutation.

The app on my phone was telling me that I had to do the sun salutations three times, while holding each step for ten seconds – to get the full effect of each stretch, bend, and muscle pull. I could feel the stringy tendons in my legs working overtime to stretch as far they could as I leaned over my self, my stomach hindering me from completely meeting my painted toes.

Next was the quick hop down into upward facing dog, followed by a long back stretch into downward dog. I could feel my arm muscles working to keep my body in this position – I could feel them screaming at me to give them relief by falling down in a pile of limbs.

I glanced up in time to see a gust of wind take the snow from the roof and blow it off the side of the house. It white blur of fog seemed to hover in front of the window for a moment longer than normal. It was a glorious sight to see, this snow hovering.

I pulled myself up to my original position, with my arms above my head in the poised raise. I stood there marveling at how simple the snow outside was. Simple, yet somehow immense and startling. Snow could arrive in a rage, stay in a peaceful rest, and vanish in an ugly agonizing meltdown.

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