Dare I admit that I don’t really like to celebrate Halloween? After all, my son was born on Halloween. He’ll be 10 tomorrow and I have no idea how that happened so quickly but I’ll save that for another time. The point is, I don’t like being scared, I don’t really like to wear costumes and I don’t need to eat candy. So, it is always a nice reminder when I listen to the “Seasonal Celebrations” on our local radio station, hosted by my friend and fellow yogi, Pam. She reminds us that the Halloween has seasonal and spiritual significance (as do many of the other holidays).
Halloween is a cross quarter day. Which means it falls halfway between the equinox and the solstice. It is also the beginning of winter. The time when everything seems to be dead. A good time to look inward and reflect. To remember the people we have lost. And, to consider our own death. How very yogic.
Since I returned from Portland, I’ve been slowing my practice down. Focusing more on the breath. Breathing. The action that only happens in the present moment. The thing that stops when we die. The yogis believe you only have so many breaths in this life and that to slow the breath is to prolong life. Hmm, why not?
So if you see me tomorrow, I’ll be the slow breathing mom dressed as a yogic librarian. Don’t forget to breath. Namaste. shhhh……