Obstructions

April seems to be the month where I get to pay for things that I don’t get to use. Like airline tickets and yoga workshop fees. I missed the first day of a week long workshop with David Roche because I was traveling that day. I arrived the next day and even though I had kept up my practice while in Miami, I was completely exhausted and was feeling initial soreness right after the sun salutes. I cannot remember if they were 4 As and 4 Bs or 6 and 6 but they involved a metronome and almost an extra upward dog Chaturanga dip thing before down dog and what seemed like a retention between inhale and exhale.You also chant the names of Surya between each.  By the time Bhujapidasana came along both my ears were clogged shut from the plane ride and, had no stamina, and felt like something had fallen on top of me. On the plus side his instructions stabilized my Virabhadrasanas and opened my thorax with very visualizable way of understanding how your pelvis supports you while you stand. Speaking about standing, you know how you hear about grounding and the role of your heels and toes? He brings it home in way that feels quite powerful  and activates mula bandha right away when you grasp what he is saying. He also spoke of your torso like a mast that holds the sails of your front and back body and how your breath becomes the air that moves those sails. The  arms can be repositioned to really place those armpits and shoulder blades where they belong in order to give support stability and strength. I had lost my hearing when we were doing seated poses but I notice a rounding of the spine that gave a lot more length and room to reach forward and around for binds. Anyway, when I got home I could not climb stairs, get up from sitting or reach up to open a cabinet. I went to bed before 9 and woke up siezed up if you know what I mean, but I went to mysore and did my practice. The rest of the day was spent as a very sore laundress doing many loads. Today I wake up even more sore but by now realize I am actually sick, so I did my voting civic duty (the democrat side of the voting area has half a room while the republican side has two connected ones lol) took some ginger tea, a hot bath and got back into bed. I am hoping to be better by Thursday or again offer this workshop to the flow of life.

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Foul Mood Enhancers

Foul Mood Enhancers:Spending a 4 hour flight next to someone who is wearing a vanilla AND coconut fragrance with base notes of a fake tuberose/jasmine mess.
Having to buy a premium ticket because your rotten airline will not honor the return part of a round trip ticket you bought a month ago since you had to buy a one way ticket before the date of your original travel date due to a family emergency.
Having this happen after spending 10 days as your family’s designated prison bitch.

Clarifications

both my parents are napping so I can do social media catch up during my nurse in training break. I followed a thread about “alternatively certified” teachers of Ashtanga and how there is no such thing. The thread included other faux pas such as saying “studied: and then a long list of teachers whose workshops were attended as evidence of expertise. This was jokingly referred to as being a workshop whore and not a highly trained yogi. I’d like for studio owners and clients to get to know the difference between a frequent workshop participant, a yoga tourist, and a highly trained teacher. You may not know what questions to ask as a newbie. I thought YJ was the bible when I started. But it is a fast catch up if you are interested enough. 

Ashtanga is Punk Rock

I was 20 years old in 1978 and I do not know if punk rock means the same to a 30 something year old as what it means to me. I just read a comment in a Facebook thread that compared Ashtanga to Punk and a bell rang loudly. A recognition. From the first reaction of “what in the hell is this??” to ” this is beyond amazing” in a matter of seconds.

Ashtanga is hard, defying, intense, bare, no frills, minimalist, sweaty,unmanipulated, intimate, uncomplicated, authentic, and liberating.

1/8th

I am about to put into practice the often verbal remark that yoga has 8 limbs and the third limb is just 1/8th of what we should be practicing and repeating. I am leaving for Miami for ten days to help take care of my mom who is recovering from partial hip replacement surgery after a broken femur. There really is nothing to do since my dad and her full time aide Aura (whom Ray and I pay for) are there 24/7 and she is at a fully staffed rehab center. My sister however insists that I must be there immediately as well, and it is easier to spend the extra airline ticket (I had already booked a non refundable one for 4/20) than to have a tiff with her. our tiffs last so long that the seasons change.

Changing the subject a little, I offered to treat my niece who is obsessed with Kino and some other Kerry beach yoga girl Instagram challenges to one of the led practices with Sharath in June. She said she was worried that her 26 year old self would get stopped because she does not drop back! I told her that I might never drop back in this life time or bind in Mari D but I have been going to Sharath Jamborees for years, and  have never been stopped. She said she would think about it. I wish I could warn people about getting it wrong with what constitutes progress in a yoga practice. It is the repetition of the poses, not the addition of a pose that creates progress and advancement. If it is just the acrobatics you are interested in there are other classes for just that.