I know, I know, I know – just a couple weeks ago I was whining about too much sunshine, wishing for rain and telling you all about how I have Sunshine Affective Disorder. I’m about to contradict myself big time. So here’s goes nothing. Spring has sprung and it’s beautiful out. There, I said it.
I still stand by my statement that Southern California could really use a lot more rain – both for the landscape and for my soul. But, somedays are just perfect, ya know? I woke up yesterday with a headache and it lingered all the way through the super fun Friday Night Flow class that I taught. I didn’t let it get me down, but by the time I laid down to go to sleep the pain was excruciating, so much that I started to feel nauseous. Usually I just need to sleep it off. But this sucker woke me up all night, as if someone were digging into my eye socket with a dagger. Great visual, I know. And, sadly, I woke up with that same lingering pain behind my eyeball this morning and almost let it keep me from going to yoga. Almost. So glad I didn’t!
A friend of mine teaches this really awesome class in the park on Saturdays, and I was determined to go with or without a headache. I got there and laid down on my mat to soak up the soothing sun. I still have the headache, but my spirits are way up after getting to flow in the sunshine, work up a glow, and breathe in the fresh air. As we lay there in Savasana the birds were chirping and the breeze blew coolly across my skin. I laid there in the warm embrace of sunshine and just felt peace and joy.