another long winter
I'm looking out the bedroom window; it's early spring. Quite literally. Trees are blooming or leafing out months ahead of schedule. Grass is greening. Distractedly looking through old photos from the past several Marches and Aprils it's...still dead and brown. Snowpack is super low.
And I've been traveling the past 3 weeks. It's the longest I've been away from home since probably 2016. It was at least a mix of leisure and work.
Since starting new medications, I've let my yoga routine slip. This is an observation, not an admonishment because we need different things at different times. My plan today is to stretch it out once my on-call shift ends. Going from chill yoga to incident situation is not a fun mode switch, or at least this is a good excuse to skip the morning session and spend time reading and writing.
I got to this page today as I've been reading Careless People, which, wow. It's something to read the headlines or have some base understanding of the shit that went down at Facebook in the late 2010s, another to read it first-hand. Combined with some feelings about work that I'm still sorting through, it had me wondering if I should be setting time for mindfulness in the mornings. Something like 30 minutes to just do nothing but breathe and observe.
I realized, that's so much of what I've gotten from yoga. Time to breathe and work things out and observe, and how untangled I feel coming up from savasana. So the obvious answer is there - get back to the mat.
My title comes from a now-old indie song by Au Revoir Simone, Fallen Snow. I remember bus rides down Broadway after work, listening on my phone (was it a smartphone, a featurephone? this must have been 2010-ish.) and really, just how slow everything moved. There is pleasant surprise at a song I haven't thought about in years just rising up out of nowhere, of all the things stored in my brain, to play itself as clear as the day I heard it on the bus.
Sometimes it's an early bloom.