There is something quietly sacred and poetic about waking up before the world reremembers itself.
The air feels different, untouched, fresh, almost as if it is giving me time to rethink.
The light falls on your face gently, just exsisting.
No rush, No noise, Just you and your thoughts.
You sit there recalling life decisions, there is so much in the mind and yet strangely nothing feels heavy.
You stretch out, Not out of routine but out of instinct. The body unfolds slowly, relaxes with every movement. A gentle bend, a long inhale, a deeper exhale.
The spine lengthens, shoulders loosen and somewhere along the way mind follows. You close your eyes for a moment and in that pause, clarity comes in.
You are not trying to fix the day ahead, You're simply meeting yourself before it begins.
By the time your rise, straighten up your spine, nothing dramatic has changed,
The wolrd is still the same, Responsibilites are still waiting, noise will fill in, eventually.
But now you are relaxed and optimistic. All that yoga was not just a daily routine, rather a transformation and a gentle return.
To freshness of Morning,
To your body,
To yourself.
“Quiet Power of Early Mornings”Sushant
