A big thank you to my teacher Laurel who introduced me to this poem years ago! It has stuck with me and was a joy to share with my students on Saturday. At this transition from winter to spring I am always seeking bright colors and reminders that soon the snow will be melted and we will see color.
When watching a child play, you know that they are still filled with and exuding their highest self. Even if you are not a yogi, you are aware of their wonder and joy. It is something that we are all born with and sadly, forget. We then spend the rest of our lives trying to remember it.
Remembering spring, remembering our highest selves and remembering Sri.
In the time of daffodils
Who know the goal of living is to grow
Forgetting why; Remember how
In the time of lilacs
Who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream
Forgetting seem; Remember So
In the time of roses
Who amaze our now and here with paradise
Forgetting if; Remember yes
In the time of all sweet things
Beyond whatever mind may comprehend
Forgetting find; Remember seek
And in mystery to be
When time from time shall set us free
Forgetting me; Remember me
~e.e. cummings
In our class we starting with a short and sweet Yin-like practice and continued with a slow flow Vinyasa. Tree was our apex!
This was the soundtrack:
http://garthstevenson.com/music
Namaste!
Yoga Mama in Minneapolis 