I’m really enjoying the cool, dark mornings this week. Tiptoeing through the dark house, setting up my space for meditation, has taken on a new aspect and a new element of ritual, as I turn on the heater and light my candles and incense, before wrapping myself in my meditation shawl and settling into my practice.
I’ve been waking early, too, meaning that the house is in total quietness for much longer, and I’ve had longer for my meditation than I’ve managed in the week this whole term. Sleeping poorly at the beginning of the week has been a blessing in disguise, as I have rediscovered the bliss and peace of an hour (or more when I can!) of meditation. And it’s dark enough to practise Chandra namaskara (moon salutations) without feeling it’s the wrong time of day!
Adjusting my routine has proved a little more difficult than I hoped when my son and I started needing to leave home at 7.30am back in September. I was already waking at 5.20 before that, when we had extra time at home in the mornings, and pushing back to 5am to keep my meditation practice the same length of time just seemed too hard! And I think I really needed to break that resistance, to learn that, for me, an hour of meditation is so worth a few minutes less sleep and a bit more rushing around! And considering I’d had so little sleep that night, my hour-plus to work deeply in meditation got me through the day with far more energy than I sometimes have with a full night’s sleep and a short meditation. So in a strange way I’m grateful for a night where sleep wasn’t happening…..it’s helped remind me of what I already knew and set me back on the right path.