The outlook is bleak for millions of us as we peer outside our windows. We now live in a gray and white world.
I want sun, no, I NEED sun like the birds and the bees and all the flowers (not) on the trees… Ah ha, I know what I’ll do.
I stand in the middle of my room in mountain pose, closing my eyes as I prepare for a yogic sun salutation like none I’ve practiced before.
I raise my arms in supplication – chanting: SUN.SUN.SUN.SUN.
As I bend down toward my feet, I imagine the colors of love and hope and faith in the summertime: Pink and Orange and Red and Yellow.
And before I dive into the downdog, the rose light of life appears before me.
Salute! I intone. TO THE SUN!
Then I bury into a child’s pose and wish upon a mighty star that a rainbow of color will embrace me, carry me through this winter into the possibilities of summer.
Yes, I envision myself, bathed in pinkorangepurpleredandblue.
I’m transposed into blue light and my thoughts escape like a rainbow. In fact, I become one with the rainbow and the sun and …
…the wind rattles on the window and I plop out of the pose. Another blizzard snatches away my imagination.
My yoga mat, and my imagination, are thrown back into the closet.