Today around 4 pm I pronounced out loud, "Oh my god, I have to do yoga today!" yes, the second day. Lately I have not had a plan or routine and have allowed all the new meetings, classes to teach and festivities of the current season to take away from my personal Asana (ah-saw-nah) practice. I asked Jim if he was interested in practicing with me and with his ''bumb'' knee he laid out his mat. Our home studio is easy to heat up and I have several in-home recordings that I can turn to for guidance. One of my favs, Union w/the Divine by Matt Portwood. He recorded himself leading classes and any of us can go to their website, (husband and wife team, Matt & Jaina, www.unionwiththedivine.com) and download a pod cast of the teachings. I found these two just before they moved on to Mexico, holding what sounds like beautiful retreats with lots of yoga, massage and delicious whole raw food. We practice to, "A Healing Place", easy to follow, not always easy to do. Matt likes his inversions and later in the sequence we hold postures much longer than is typical in a yoga class. Heart openers like, "wheel", make me just stare at a spot in the floor, stare, stare, stare. We move to shoulder stand for quite some time and when we get to "deaf's man pose" I search for breath: on my back, rolled into a ball, chin tucked with my knees pressed into my ears and hands to my feet. My shallow breath, "when it's gone, you are too", he says...
When it's over Jim and I piece together our evening a movie, 'Bourne II' next to the fire, homemade dinner of grilled cheese sandwiches and squash soup. The addition of crinkle fries holds no guilt, how long do we have until our breath and blood cease to flow? Let them eat fries. -A
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What about my sweet headstand?
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