A few months ago, around December to be exact, I wrote a post that I aptly entitled “In the not-so-still of the night”. Back then I was battling nighttime monsters that kept me up all night and really made sleep so elusive to me. However, lately, even though I still have my moments of struggling as I lay in bed at night, I have made friends with the darkness. Sometimes I can stay there in the dark and quiet comfortably, but on occasion, I need to light up some of my hurricane candles/table lamps to give me a nice, comforting glow. This one is my favorite:

It gives off a pretty glow in the room, don’t you think? Of course when I’m trying to read or do something I need to switch on one of those big halogen floor lamps so that I have enough light, but lately, I have learned to hold the night sacred, as a time for rest and relaxation. Yes, these are coming from a girl who is extremely anxious and has difficulty resting haha.

As a whole, I would like to believe my yoga practice has gone beyond the physical. Although admittedly, there are days when I due it purely for that: the sweat, the movement, the physical release (especially on the days that I do ashtanga). Other days, it’s really a spiritual, mindful task for me, one that allows me to befriend old foes and get to know them better. And yes, now I can say, indeed, in the still of the night, there is rest.