Star pose

A yoga moment

I undertook the task of sheet-changing this afternoon, with my toddler playing nearby. While wrestling the king-sized flannel beast of a fitted sheet, I turned my sights to Angus and we delved into steamrolling each other across the bed to shrieks and giggles. I wound up lying on my back and he on his back, on top of me. For some reason he didn’t scramble off and we just stayed there, breathing together in an upward looking pile. I stretched my arms wide and breathed into my heart and back, all the while reveling in the warm weight of a toddler upon me.

I had the thought…this is every yoga class I ever wanted to take. Whatever I would have wanted to get from those classes, is right here. And I had the presence of mind to enjoy it.

It was an unexpected heart-opening for me, in the middle of the day. In as much as it limits me, motherhood has certainly taught me a thing or two (such as, who cares about yoga classes). As a dakini should, motherhood has knocked me off of my grand path anywhere. She says fiercely, the gold is here, not there, if it’s anywhere at all. Just look.

Angus eventually said “star”, while pointing to a glow-in-the-dark star stuck to our ceiling. He rolled off. And I moved on to wrestle the flannel again.

Originally published at https://www.tumblr.com on May 3, 2017.