A simple and effective breath-awareness relaxation practice suitable for any time of day, no experience needed.
All you need is a comfortable place to sit, in a setting with minimal distractions.
At just under 8 minutes, my intention with this offering was to create a short & simple guided relaxation practice for those times when you just need a purposeful moment to check in, ground down, lift up, and re-center.
Last weekend K and I tent-camped overlooking the Strait of Juan de Fuca while outdoor’n our way around the coast of the Olympic Peninsula. It was crisp, windy, damp and beautiful….
The Strait of Juan de Fuca is a 96-mile-long body of water which separates the northern edge of the Olympic Peninsula, Wash. from British Columbia, Canada, and is the outlet of the Salish Sea into the Pacific Ocean.
Some highlights of the stay were:
watching multiple bald eagles soar in and out of the trees around us
watching misty sunrises and sunsets from the comfort of the tent
waking up in the middle of the night to see the stars (note to self: “big dipper screen saver” lol)
cool, moist, fresh air–a much needed break from the extreme heat and wildfire smoke we’re experiencing out here in Eastern Washington
The (typical) rough bits were:
stiff muscles and creaky joints from hiking and sleeping in the cold
disrupted/sluggish digestion from traveling
a sore neck from Stevie (my dog) hogging the headspace/pillows in the tent every night
Here’s where sunrise campsite yoga comes in.
Lubricating my creaky joints, smoothing out cranky spots, and quickly assessing my overall physical, mental and emotional needs for the day…
The way I see it, an A.M. view like this is a precious gift…
The way I see it, this human body and the power to move it is a precious gift, too.
I strive always to be a grateful, humble, studious recipient of these gifts!
For those curious, the boat in the background of the video appears to have been left to rust on land many years ago. 🙂
This was a spontaneous and candid recording filmed outside the tent just after sunrise.
No yoga mat or props… hoodie, wool cap, boots, grass, rocks and all.
Pausing to soak in my surroundings. ❤
I hope you get a chance to go outside and move your body around real soon.
We packed a cold chicken pesto sandwich, a greek salad, and a couple of bottles of kombucha from the Tonasket Natural Foods Co-op into a lunchbox for just the right moment to pullover and pop the trunk for lunch.
I’ve eaten lots of fancy foods in very nice restaurants over the years, but these humble trunk meals of sandwiches and snacks are actually my favorite.
Standing in the gravel of some rest area between hikes, or on a road trip, quietly synchronized-chewing in blissful satisfaction.
Naturally, after fueling up on some simple nourishing grub, I felt like twirling in the sun.
Some photos I captured on a walk earlier this month of a plant I was able to later identify as a type of Amsinckia, commonly known as Fiddlenecks.
After a fair amount of comparison and research online, I still wasn’t able to distinguish the exact species. I suspect most likely Amsinckia tessellata or possibly Amsinckia menziesii, but this plant is new to me and the variations are subtle and numerous.
Common fiddleneck is a member of the borage family, aka the forget-me-not family.
Adorable, hairy tendrils growing toward the light…
Hey, that sounds a lot like us fuzzy little humans 🙂
An excerpt from Mary Oliver’s poem The Summer Day which I found especially fitting this morning and wanted to share with you:
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?