Leaning over, I gently blew out the candle and lifted my eyes to the hill in front of me. While I was deep in prayer, God was creating a magnificent sunrise.
I grabbed my yoga mat and stood at the top of it, appropriately poised to commence sun salutations. With each breath, each movement, the configuration of the clouds recast into something new–a shape-shifting show.
One moment the sun prepared us for her grande entrance with a display of oranges, yellows, and pinks. The next, grays and greens took shape.
In less than fifteen minutes the show was over.
It goes so quickly, life does. We are children squabbling with siblings. We are eager college students making our way in the world. We are parents shepherding children through their own squabbles. We are bold and ambitious. We are calm and resigned. Lithe, athletic bodies morph into soft centers and creaking bones.
Suns rise, moons set –breathing in, breathing out a life begets.