The Owl Under My Pillow

An owl lives under my pillow. It’s a little stuffed thing I got for Christmas one year. Santa Claus knows I love animals. And he knows I am a chronic teeth clencher and need something to squeeze at night. After all, he knows when I am sleeping and he knows when I am awake, right? So the theory is, if I squeeze the owl, I won’t clench my teeth. Theoretically….


I have also began doing yoga during my morning quiet time. Not wanting the noise of an instructor, I opted for yoga cards instead of a dvd. The cards show poses and have instructions on the back. The idea is that you can custom make your own routine and you will then feel calm and ready to tackle the world. Theoretically…


This didn’t seem to be working as well as I had hoped so I signed up for an actual class. The kind where I had to leave the house, wear yoga clothes in public, and listen to a real instructor. And that is where I learned my lesson.


The first thing we did in class was be still. Be still and know that I am God….Psalm 46:10 kept coming to my mind. I’d been doing it all wrong. In my effort to get my morning quiet time done, checked off my to-do list, I had been rushing through it all and missing the relaxation part of it. One thing the instructor kept saying is Breathe. The back of my cards say Breathe too.


So, if I can remember to be still, maybe I will remember the rest of the verse: and know that I am God. If I can remember that, I can remember that I don’t have to rush around getting everything done. It puts things in perspective. It puts me in connection with my creator and the creator of everything. Breathe…


And if I can remember all of that, maybe I won’t need the owl under my pillow. Theoretically…


Namaste, Ya’ll.