Tandava (Siva Nataraja)


About a week ago, maybe even a little earlier in the month, daylight savings time started feeling artificial. My body started insisting on sleeping nearly an hour later, and I found that I wasn’t really using the hour of light at the end of the day. It was time to go inside and cook or read or otherwise move inward. When we change the clocks this weekend, I will already have shifted, and the clock will feel as natural as living by a clock can feel. Part of the refinement of a deeper yoga practice is learning to pay attention to such subtleties, to learn what is most optimal and when, both time of day and time of year. This applies to asana practice (i.e., when to emphasize forward bending v. backbending),what we eat and how much, and what kind of activities we choose.
It’s been years since I’ve had a tree. I think it unlikely I would do another full-size one. I decided to see what decorations I was ready to pass on to others; many I found by the side of the street, so perhaps it is time. The rosemary was inclined to wear a few of them. Some others went into a bowl.
