Wild Spring

One minutes it's snowing rendering my driveway nearly impassable and the next minute it's sunbathing weather. Ahhhh--Spring in New Mexico.

With these swift weather changes, I find myself dressing in layers---a literal wearing of summer to winter. The exterior shell of clothing, however, is comparably easy to manage compared to the interior emotional world that I find myself swinging through. One minute I'm enjoying a beautiful spring day contently watching the irises and tulips beginning to bud in my garden. The next minute I find myself restless for adventure, a kind of prehistoric drive to move. Where and how I move doesn't matter, but the need to make a move is there.

One day I drove to Albuquerque to see friends. The next day I drove to Ojo Caliente to soak in the amazing hot springs and lay in the sun sheltered from the brisk wind. Someone mentioned the South by Southwest music festival happening in Austin right now and my mind immediately jumped to an imaginary journey. The crowds. The dancing. Yes, I'm certain that's what I need to overcome my restlessness.

Then I remember that I just got back from India with a substantially bruised wallet. As reconciliation to my daydream flight to a music festival that I no nothing about (i.e. what kind of music do they play?), I remembered that the food in Austin was not exactly my cuppa tea the last time I was there.

Mostly, I'm astonished at how fast my mind can switch itself around from full contentment laying in the sun literally watching the flowers grow to full restlessness and the need to move faster.

So instead of heading towards Austin, I’m working on my standing poses incorporating them into sun salutations and forward bends. Sun salutations and standing poses give me the satisfaction of movement....kinda like driving around all over the state. Forward bends give me the opportunity to be present and calm....kinda like watching the flowers grow. Thank goodness for yoga!