So yesterday I rocked up to my Ashtanga Mysore practice late, with only half an hour on the clock. It was dark and cold, and, yes, I believe I slept in. I walked in, tail between my legs, hoping that my teacher would smile sweetly. But she didn’t. Anyway, she is so awesome that after a brief talking-to, she lit some incense, set a place for me and allowed me to do my sun salutations. I told her about the lady that had walked out of my class the other night and she was very insightful and supportive, also when I told her how the woman had said, “I’m sorry, it’s just not yoga,” she burst out with, “What?! She can just piss off then! Nothing is yoga. Yoga is the cessation of the fluctuations of the mind.” Read: Patanaljali Yoga Sutra 1.2. I had to laugh, hysterically. My teacher is really traditional, in the sense that she follows a traditional practice and style of yoga and had never heard of “Dolphin pose” (which I really think is cute) she is also an awesome person and it’s great that she is supportive of me teaching Punk Rock Yoga even though I’m pretty sure the only style of yoga she has practiced is her traditional Ashtanga practice.
Today I just feel out of sorts though. I want to feel totally inspired and in love with life, but it’s cold and grey and I need some kind of motivational speech. I’m not lazy, I’m just on pause. Soon, I’ll spring into action like some kind of crazy banana on legs. Or something like that. Purposeful action is what I need, as it’s fun to explode in different directions, but I tend to explode and fizzle. I need direction, so hopefully if I commit to a few small things that will make an awesome difference in my life, like my Ashtanga practice, things will really start to crystalise. I can't wait for Spring!!!
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