An Unintended Practice

You’ve got to learn your instrument. Then you practice, practice, practice. And then, when you finally get up there on the bandstand, forget all that and just wail.
— Charlie Parker

I seem to have backed into a daily practice that follows the sun as it scrolls across the sky. 

I live on the side of a mountain so I don't actually see the sun rise. Often, there are days when I might see the moon before the sun shows up.

Once I let more light into the house,  I take myself over to my yoga mat and go through twelve sun salutes, sometimes adding the sun mantras. Then I sit for a few minutes in my own form of meditation before the start of my changeable day. The mat stays open to whatever else I decide to do.

Sunsets here on this side of the mountain, always sound a visual alarm and I have to stop what I'm doing and step outside. Lately, I've begun the practice of taking twelve deep breaths while facing the Pacific and today I decided that it would be nice to always be able to see the sun set. There are so many other practices that I'm determined to maintain but this may be the most important. Who says practice can't be peaceful and pretty?

When I'm ready to take my last twelve breaths, I want to be facing a sunset. That will be my bandstand, I'll forget all the practice I've done, and just blow my horn.