It’s Groundhog Day! Apparently, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow — meaning we will have 6 more weeks of Winter. Given the so-called Winter we’ve been having, I haven’t the slightest idea what that means. Will it finally rain? Or will we continue to have beautifully sunny weather?

Shadow or not, my plants refuse to believe that Spring hasn’t sprung. My rose bushes continued to produce flower after  flower — making it impossible to time the Winter hack job. I finally caved and cut the back anyway. I don’t want a courtyard filled with scraggly, misshapen rose trees. Now do I? It’s been a while since I checked on my gardenias, but I’m hoping that they have survived my frequently-brown-nosed beast.

Inside, the house is a different story. I have no desire to slow down the emerging spring-like foliage. I have enjoyed watching my orchids grow new limbs and produce more and more buds. I water them, stroke their leaves and kiss the swollen buds with loving kindness.

And what do I get?

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The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You’re barely waking
And I’m tangled up in you, yeah

I’m open, you’re closed
Where I follow, you’ll go
I worry I won’t see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find you and I collide

I’m quiet you know
You make a first impression
I’ve found I’m scared to know
I’m always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find you and I collide

Don’t stop here
I lost my place
I’m close behind

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find you and I collide

You finally find you and I collide
You finally find you and I collide

– Howie Day, Collide

I left the chiropractor’s office happy, completely pain free, with a spring in my step that has been missing for many years. I drove home to get YaYa for tutoring, drove him to the appointment, then drove to the store for our dinner. I was in now hurry as I had a full hour to kill and nothing much to do. As a result, I spent most of the time post-adjustment just sitting.

My body began to say “Hey!” It wanted to move. It wanted to go pee. It did NOT want to just sit.  Yoga was on deck — waiting for the session to end and the post session discussion with YaYa’s tutor. I did my best to go with the flow. Although the 5:45 pm hot vinyasa class is one of my most favorite classes, I almost never can go to it as my mommy duties take precedence.

In the end, the more basic yoga class was probably the best option for the day. My body was adjusting to having a few rigid joints freed up and I had the task of getting acquainted ahead. I missed pushing my body through the flow-based vinyasa movements, the balancing acts, backbends, and twists. At the same time, I was thankful to take my time. The slower pace allowed me to spend another minute in child’s pose when I wanted to just rest. Likewise, it also allowed me time to hold a post a moment longer which is especially tempting if I only just got situated due to struggles attaining it.

At the end of the day, I crawled into bed with no more complaint than menstrual cramping — no cold or hot pack, and no pain meds. I snuggled up with my pillows and fell off to sleep with an eager curiosity for the day ahead. I woke at 3 am feeling well rested and quickly returned to sleep after confirming there was more to sleep to be gotten.

Now, with a full day ahead, the sun waits for the just the right moment to make an appearance. I, on the other hand, cannot wait to get moving. Maybe I’ll do a few sun salutations to encourage the sun to come out. Not a lot. Just enough to wake up my body and get this day off the right start. If only these salutations of mine would magically encourage YaYa’s body to wake up as well; his alarm clock has been sounding for the last 30 minutes but, as usual, he remains completely unaware.

Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O,
And on his farm he had some chicks, E I E I O.
With a chick chick here and a chick chick there,
Here a chick, there a chick, ev’rywhere a chick chick.
Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O.