I hate the annual switch to Daylight Savings Time. Each March, my body struggles to adjust to springing ahead one hour. I typically am wide-awake until midnight each night (which is much later than my usual 10pm bedtime). Yet, no matter how late I stay up, my eyes pop right open at 5am. I feel totally wired all the time, and my body’s natural rhythm is thrown off completely. It usually takes several weeks for me to get back on track—able to fall and stay asleep from 10pm until 6am.
The first Monday night after the switch to Daylight Savings this year, I took a yoga class with one of my favorite teachers who specialize in teaching students to enter challenging poses. After following along with the standing and balancing poses for about 45 minutes, I knelt down into child’s pose (Balasana). That simple, forward-folding pose felt good and right in my body. I grabbed a bolster and some blankets, and propped myself into a restorative child’s pose (Salamba Balasana) and remained there for at least 10 or 15 minutes, moving only to adjust the position of my head. I followed up restorative child’s pose with legs up the wall (Viparita Karani) for both my inversion practice and savasana. That was the end of my 75-minute class that evening.
The next morning, I had an interesting “quiet time”—the name I have given to the first hour of my day spent in Svadhaya (study of the Divine through reflection, scriptural texts and time in nature). I reflected on the fact that I had allowed an important svadhaya practice—honoring the Sabbath—to somehow slip away. In years past, I would keep my Saturday morning calendar completely free. I often spent those mornings laying in bed reading a good book or writing in my journal. But when I began yoga teacher training in 2012, I had to sacrifice my Saturday Sabbaths. I began teaching a few months later, and started offering primetime Saturday morning classes. Eventually, my weekly time to rest, renew, and reset for the week ahead petered away.
That evening, an announcement was made that the entire Metrorail system would shut down in the nation’s capital. Starting at 5am the following day, there would be no Metrorail service. People had to figure out alternative ways to get to work and school without riding on one of the largest public rail systems in the United States. They felt put out and inconvenienced. But at the end of the day, few complained. There had been a fire on one of the lines earlier in the week, which was eerily similar to a fatal one that occurred last year. The new Metro system Executive Director had seen enough to believe that additional incidents could happen in the future. He was ordering the entire rail system shut down for 36 hours, so that every station, every line, every cable could be inspected. Once the safety audit was complete, he promised to make the results public and begin going about improving the system.
As an entrepreneur, I have more control over my schedule than most. When I looked at my calendar for the day of the Metro Shutdown, I saw only one appointment that would require me to leave my home. I asked for a postponement, and then prepared to spend the whole day inside my house. Before falling asleep that night, I turned off all my alarms so that I could I sleep in late. Once I awoke the next morning, I celebrated my first Sabbath in nearly four years. It was wonderful. I lay in bed for a few hours reading and writing in my journal, checking email and looking at social media. I had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Just being was the order of the day. Unfortunately, hunger eventually set in—and I dragged myself out of bed to eat.
That week of Daylight Savings Time was all about going with the flow—the flow of my body craving restful and restorative poses during my vinyasa yoga class, the flow of remembering and restarting my weekly Sabbath practice, the flow of remaining in bed while the Metrorail system was shut down for the day. If I had ignored my intuition or resisted the promptings of the Spirit, I would have missed out. Instead, I was still enough and open enough to receive the blessings that were in store for me.
Do YOU go with the flow? Or do you hold tight to your plans and expectations? Is there a way you can let go this week--even just a little bit—to allow the Divine to work in your life and offer you blessings you had no idea you needed? Give letting go a try, and let me know what happens.
Crystal Moore began her wellness quest in 2003 after being diagnosed with lupus. Her quest has led her to embrace yoga, faith, exercise, healthy eating, and relationships. Share her journey.