Here in Scottsdale, Arizona, I’ve been fortunate to practice gentle yoga outdoors with five dear friends for the past eight Fridays. This poem is dedicated to our shared experience and sincere hope for citizens around the world, who breathe the same air and search for the same peace.
We close our eyes. The sensory memory takes us there. Six souls spread apart for one hour on eight consecutive Fridays. Inhale … exhale.
We practice gentle yoga together under a shade-producing pine. Far away from viruses, ventilators and varnished walls. Inhale … exhale.
We press against imperfections. Blades of grass pump tranquility through lungs and limbs. We absorb the Earth’s energy and stability. Inhale … exhale.
We find our edge for the next tree pose. A westward breeze whispers past needles and branches. A desert wren answers in affirmation. Inhale … exhale.
We conjure six souls beyond arid Arizona. Earthing elsewhere. China or India or Italy perhaps. Dodging a virulent virus. Inhale … exhale.
We search for the same peace. We press against the same ground. We cling to the same planet. We breathe the same air.
7 thoughts on “Earthing”
Love this. I feel grounded & uplifted at the same time.
I’m so glad! Thank you, Carolyn.
Beautiful!!! The members of the yoga class would love this!
Thank you, Tom! Yes … Debbie and Carol do love it!
Mark, it’s been wonderful to be a part of this experience. Beautiful poem and beautiful people. I’m blessed to have all you in my life.
Thank you, Glenn! I’m thankful we were able to share this meditative experience.
Yoga outside is magical! ❤