Be bright.

When I ended the ol' blog and started this here new one, and I contemplated what it should be called, I brainstormed all the "Be"s that I love.

The three most important--present in each moment, seeking happiness, and sharing the warmth and light that I can muster--are the ones that speak to me daily (even if I'm not baring all right here every day).

A few weeks ago as I snuggled into bed, I said to Greg, "There is something missing. I go from A to B to C and somehow blur straight to Z by 8:00 at night. Something in my soul is missing. My light is seriously dim."

"What do you think it is?" he asked.

"I dunno."

I pulled the covers up a little more so only my eyes were peeking out.

"I think it's yoga," I said.

"Then go," he replied.

Ah, if only it were just that easy, to drop it all and stroll into a studio and downdog like I never stopped.

Cue me taking the class (that I seriously cannot stop talking about and I encourage you to look into because it will make you a better human being).

Awakening the spark.

Suddenly--either because of manifestation or because I became acutely aware of the word "spark," everything around me was fire.

I even heard "Come on Baby Light My Fire" twice on the radio. Totally random.

And Will even painted this picture at preschool.

And a million other sparking, fire lighting, warm things started to come my way...

...including an opportunity to teach a beginner's yoga class to a whole bunch of very eager teachers and secretaries in my school district as a part of our wellness initiative.

Was I ready to go back? In my mind, teaching again meant minutes spent and energy spent not on my kids. It seemed unfair.

Mommy guilt.

But I needed to spend the energy on myself.

So this afternoon, as the sun was starting to set, thirty-six people crammed themselves into a music room and I taught them how to breathe.

And sigh big heavy weight releasing sighs.

And move.

And fall in love with the very thing that makes my soul shine.

As I left the class, a friend texted me: "I'm on the other side of town and I can feel your energy."

And then I got home, and that sweet husband of mine had this waiting.

"Reminded me of you," he said.

Warm. Shining.

Bright.

What makes you beam? What makes our soul sing? What makes your heart happy? Are you stuck in a rut and need to get back to something?