Morning Motivations and Sun Salutations

In my experience, helping the sun with its rising is a deceptively difficult task.

Now the actual viewing may seem simple enough but I believe it is the ephemeral struggle of prying open one's eyes; dislodging one's bedding; donning one's outfit; then ultimately migrating to one's post that poses the largest obstacle between me and the rising sun. At least that is what I believed until this morning when I found myself with a coffee in hand ready to enjoy the sunrise only to have my perfectly planned viewing obstructed by the all too full leaves of our trees.

At that moment there were two options:

> Give up and retreat upstairs to fall back asleep

> Go outside and find a new vantage point from which to usher in the morning

That morning I took the route that involved more travel.

I begrudgingly found my shoes and transferred my coffee into a thermos. My progress in search of the sunrise began as a trudge, with my eyes half closed, and my feet barely clearing the ground. As I continued to move my legs began to wake and my pace steadily increased to a serviceable stroll.

Even though we were just at the end of September, that morning the air moving into my lungs felt cold. With each inhalation, I felt the cells in my body invigorated by the icy oxygen coming their way.

Each step brought me up to speed and soon enough I had made it to a pace quick enough to warrant being called walking. Moving down the street I finally raised my eyes from my toes and was greeted with an AWEsome sky:

Though I had just got up to speed I knew that I needed to stop and take in the moment; I needed to stop and assist the sun in its emergence from the horizon. I stood there, smiling up at the sky until I was confident that the sun wouldn’t slip back down, and then resumed my trek.