Tails From Provence

One of the benefits of getting up early is feeling the tranquillity of the village before it comes fully awake.

Others are awake, too.  The baker has been working for hours.  Deliveries arrive at the shop long before it opens at seven.  Cars and camper vans sometimes pass early, starting the long drive home – wherever home is.  Some mornings there’s a guy practising saxophone down near the village square; occasionally there’s drummer in the distance, serenading the dawn.

As the days start to become shorter, I’ve been witness to some magnificent sunrises. So much so that I now leap out of bed at 6.30 and peer out the window to see if it’s going to be a good one!

This week I started to share them on Instagram with the hashtag #salutations.  My yoga-teacher daughter asked if this meant I had finally hauled my ass out of bad to do my yoga practise first thing.  Um, no.  But actually, that’s an idea.

Starting today, I’m going to do sun salutations every morning before going to work.  One on Sunday, two on Monday, three on Tuesday and so on.  Seven salutations on Saturday has a certain ring to it!  And who knows, maybe I might even tackle this as a month-long project in September.  Thirty salutations would take some time though.  Hmmm.