In honor of April being National Poetry Month I present to you a little poem this week. It was my easy way out of writing my blog as this week has been CRAZY busy. Have a little read, think of your favorite poet and jot down a line or two of your own if you are so inclined. Enjoy.
This week will be a free fall, too many things on my mind.
This week will be a free fall as I discover a different mountain to climb.
I close my eyes and imagine myself at the top
With many obstacles on the way forcing me to stop.
I recognize the bumps in the road as lessons that must be learned
But know that they will require a special kind of energy that have not yet had a chance to burn.
As the mountain stands in its grandeur I can hear something call out to me, tempting me to move my feet.
I do not move, I am stock still and I can feel the wind blow through me as if I were a thin white sheet.
Its drafty breath reminds me that it blew my way to help me move on, and on and on.
I open my eyes, the mountain still stands like a beacon of light urging me not to stay too long.
With my first step forward I know I am on the right track
As my mountain falls into Shavasana and I lay straight and flat on my now restful back.
P.S. If you have never tried yoga before than you don’t know what you are missing.