Yesterday I got up on the wrong side of the bed. The cats woke me at daybreak, hungry and meowing to be fed.
Even though I turned on the heat in my studio very early, it was so cold outside the stuido was still cold at 10am when I wanted to work. Sometimes I work anyway, but yesterday was a sunny day and I didn't want to be both cold and sun-less so I left.
I lay in the living room window which faces south and read, basking in the sun. Yet within, I was crabby, pouty, a spoiled-little-princess. I tried to take a walk down the hill but the long, long driveway was a sheet of ice. Usually the road is clear but yesterday it too was a sheet of ice. I had to walk in mincing, teeny steps. I gave up and returned home.
Finally, around 2pm I threw myself down on my yoga blankets and began to practice. I practiced for an hour. When I got up, everything had changed. My mood had lightened. For me, the main blessing of yoga is that it changes my mind and my emotions. There is a physical benefit too which is probably what most people think of with yoga. But for me, practicing never fails to cheer me up.
I set to making an eggplant casserole for dinner. Mom loved it. Well, me too.
I remembered I had bought, but never used, these removable orange cleats you can put on your boots so you won't slip. So I put them on and tried my walk for a second time. Hurrah. I did not slip once. Fearless, I walked with a normal stride. The fresh air filled my lungs. I chatted with an elderly woman out getting her mail. I returned home invigorated.
I received two DVD's in the mail from Netflix so, after watching "Antiques Roadshow" (the only TV show besides "Jeopardy" that I watch), I watched a movie. Considering how miserable I was in the morning, it seems a miracle that the day ended with so many pleasures. And that miracle was YOGA.