The alarm nags at me each early morning to awaken, partake in my 6-minute Ayurvedic ritual (involves oil, cold water, neti pots, lotion, lemon…sounds more luscious than it is), run/tiptoe to my cushion or mat, light my altar candle, and get it started before I answer to anything or anyone else.
Move with intention and gratitude.
Sometimes I make it and sometimes they are lurking in the nearby pillows waiting to pounce on my ounce of ME time.
Awake, they want something. They wait while mama finishes. They squirm, sometimes join me, sometimes whine, sometimes chant, their faces aglow in the light of the candle as they pick at it and then spill wax on the new hardwood floor.
This pre-dawn, only occasionally pre-awake children time is what I fight for. I fight with my inner call to serve them from second one, I fight with the demands of the iPhone and all its titillating distractions that seem oh-so-important. I fight with the bed that wants to cuddle me, but to step into that space before anything else is the way in which I survive with some semblance of equanimity.
So as a frequently traveling yoga teacher and a single mama of two girls, here goes. IF I “do” anything to keep those two things in some kind of unwieldy balance, this is what it might look like: