A January Morning

As the sky pales amber and pink,winter cold against windows,the horizon hungers. Soon, hovering —the faintest brush of burning day.I stretch up, unfurling in asana,sun shimmering joyous above rooftops,my eyes closed, heavy with light,a gift for Sunna, Sulis, and Helios —this rhythm, alive with blessings,my breath a channel chasing luminescence,a triad finishing in watchful stillness,the … Continue reading A January Morning