From time to time I like to participate in Instagram yoga challenges. Posting a different yoga pose each day keeps me connected to my yoga community and also fuels my creative outlets.
I jumped into one this week called #posesandpoems and each day calls for a yoga pose AND some writing. Yesterday asked for a six-word story about my life and today requested some words to follow this prompt: With only the moon as my witness…
Here are some words pieced together from countless cold winter nights spent walking outside under the light of the moon:
With only the moon as my witness, I breathe in the cold and still night air.
Treetops silhouetted black breathe out against the purple hues of sky.
Thoughts dare to speak up.
Questions demand their fair share of airtime.
I breathe in.
The trees breathe out,
holding steady space as my mind swirls, shifts, and then gratefully settles.
The crisp sharp crunch of snow under my boots works in tandem with the frozen quality of my nostrils to signal that familiar near-zero temperature.
No insulating clouds.
No distracting winds.
Just me, the snow, the stars, the trees, the cold alpine air, and one reliable and steady orb of witness.