Well wonders never cease......


I woke my ass up and did a personal practice before my 8am class. And I played my new cd, which rocked but I will have to lose the Pink Floyd. I know, I know...but the songs run into one another making for an abrupt finish if you pick one out of the score. I played it for one class to mixed reviews. Oh well, what ya gonna do ? Play yoga muzak? Ick.

So I'm seeing a network chiro to allign and free up my energy. Wha the F? Yeah I know, but I went thru a series of injury this summer that was not to be believed... Cracked forehead open diving in pool{June} Tore psoas {July}, Cervical spine out {july/august}, bruised sacrum {September} So I'm stretching some of my tightest muscles, {the ones between the ears} and I'm seeking help beyond the conventional. I think it's working but it is mighty strange. As I lay there on the table, feeling minute taps and touches, people around me groan, writhe and sometimes cry on the tables around me. I am not a groaner. Not sure about writhing, but I'll be damned if I just revert to my inate dramatic susceptibility bcs I'm surrounded by what sounds like hardcore healing as I lay there and zone out. Nonetheless, I'm trying it and I do feel better.

Now it is all about staying steady, working the sthira. I see Tim on Thursday so we'll see what he thinks about my current kapo. I swear I want to cry after every adjustment in that pose. It's not fear or sadness, just this overwhelming shuddering sob. Then I collapse into balasana, wrecking any flow I have going untill my heart beat slows enough for backbends. Todays practice was nice bcs I also did a little viparita chakrasana at the wall, which I would never do in a class unless I was assisted, and only Diana lets me do the tricks so far, not the big Kahuna. Sometimes I'm so grateful to working thru this practice in the hands of such a great teacher, tradtionally, slowly...then sometimes I feel like I'm on the short bus, and sitting way in the back w/ the bad kids.

Thank the lord for a 32 year old bladder

so today was the first day of the rest of my practice, and as the alarm went off at 6am I quickly reset to 6:30, enough time to deliberate, rationalize and perhaps flake out. But I had to pee, and as I spent more time upright and in a lit room I came to my senses and made it to practice.

Yeah! I'm GOOD!

Dr. Love was watching the Shala as Diana is in India, and the adjustments were many and magical.

Is it just me, or is it exhaustipating to be in that twilight world between 1st and 2nd where you haven't quite split but the backbending is boundless? I'm at kapotasana, and after that "overklempt-ing" adjustment THEN on to Urdva dhanurasana {3}, dropbacks{3}, and assisted dropbacks{ lose count along with MIND} . I don't know if I'll have the endurance to make it to the Holy split at Eka pada. I might just die. This shit is really hard. Seriously.

I have totally made up for my stint as Rip Van Winkle this week, today... practice, errand, appointment, lunch w/ family, surfing, wash car, burn holidayCD for students.. the boyfriend and I even emptied out a change drawer, made $46, enough for a movie, beer, & pizza. Hee.

Now practice tomorrow, self-practice, before class at 8am.. Thank god for Daylight Savings. Did I mention how excited I am about it?

Perfect day....

well, surfing was perfect, everything else was easy-ish. My Friday 6:30 am class is officially a "night" class. Cold and dark it be as we creep from the gloom to practice. REALLY looking forward to daylight savings, an inordinate amount. Still haven't recovered from my vacation, no motivation to practice, teach, bathe....

but today I did, well bathe that is, and the lil Bro and I went surfing. It was nice and easy, easy paddling, long lulls then Brian and I would catch one wave after another, riding two together in a perfect Waikiki moment. I'm planning on taking my fish out for this birthday so I want to get lots of wave time. Besides it's this or napping and I feel like a narcolept as it is...

Tom has realized I have a blog and has demanded some screen time. Tom is my SO, "promised" man, and tickle monster. I love him to distraction. Hee.

So this sleeping thing has been a bit consuming, I've had 2 days of rampant napping, guerilla sleep that stalked and dragged me down like a heavy waterbuffalo. The dreams have been long and epic, filled with those niggling details that haunt you upon waking. Relationships you miss, moments and places longed for. So I've been sacking out, but today i drank some coffee and showered, because we call this sleep avidya, false knowledge, and those real life characters beckon, like my Tommy doodles, who finally got some since i've come from my coma.

Tomorrow, friends, I'm going to really start my practice, not just practice practicing. Six days for a month and see where i get to w/ this thing. Got an email from a friend far away who asked, "Past kapotasana?" I know I shouldn't be so attached to progress but I need to light a fire under my ass and a public missive is about as good as it'll get so hold me to this gang... I'll need support as i am one lazy motherfucker.

peace out.