Prasarita Padottanasana C hurts like hell if your back is sunburned. Weleda’s rose “deodorant” stops working as soon as you start sweating. I apologize to everyone in my vicinity this morning both at the shala and at Trader Joe’s which I had to visit right after since there was no food in this house. That’s all I’ve got. Let’s do some laundry.
My kid is a genius. This weekend she is having her third wedding celebration since she got hitched in February and all of it without angst and budget busting. We are heading for Miami to celebrate with my side of the family. I was tempted to pack Kino’s book and slip away to have it signed on Saturday but that would be papparazzi-stalker crazy. Mag’s party is on Saturday and it’s nowhere near Miami Beach. See you on the other side.
The secret to flaky crumbly scones is a trickle of vodka mixed with your wet ingredients. The secret to practicing when you do not feel like driving or waking up early (because the weather keeps changing and your face is in pain), is to commit to granny style. This term is coined from the fabulous Liz Potter and it alludes to turning it down a couple of notches. If it all goes well you might want to crank it up later on. Or not. But you do it.
I stopped doing Pranayama I’d say about 5 or six months ago. Why? Because I was so tired at the end of practice that I wanted to be done, get my 2nd cup of coffee and go home. Because no one else seemed to be doing it (while at the shala at least) and I did not want to be the noisy one. And sometimes I just plain forgot to. I tried doing it before practice while still at the house, but most of the time I have to choose between coffee and the husband walk/bond or Pranayama, and I already wake up at 5:15. Yes I know some of you wake up around 4 AM and that’s why you are way more floaty and stronger than I am.
So today teacher taught another Pranayama breathing practice (do not know what it’s called) consisting of increasing the sound of our inhalation, louder every time and then reversing that by quieting the sound of the breath until it was inaudible. Let me tell you my mind got quieter than during any sitting meditation I’ve ever experienced. So I guess its time to re incorporate this part of the practice no matter how self conscious and tired I feel.
It seems to me that anytime that I have a breakthrough in asana practice it happens like this lady describes it. In other words, very seldom can I give an account of what role my efforts played in making progress except for showing up and practicing with reliable frequency. Suddenly one day…I can do something that was not doable the day before.
I am simultaneously inspired by Kino MacGregor’s introduction and first chapter of her new book, like highlighter inspired; while at the same time totally despondent over the news about how we are all bugged and monitored by our government while we pay for it. I’m not even surprised just upset that they now longer give a fuck if we know. So do I practice today after reading some of the most eloquent paragraphs on the beauty, significance, and benefits of this practice? Nope. I stay home and make buttermilk scones. I have no one to share them with because Ray is in Maine with his brothers, a time I have used in the past to do all sorts of healthy experiments. In my defense I have sinus issues today and I’m popping advil. Hopefully I’ll throw away the ones I don’t eat when I’m full. It’s not even noon. On the bright side, I just saw a video showing Canada’s Defense Minister (former?) admitting that there are aliens on earth.
Update: I continue to have a very bad record on scone baking. Check out those warts. plus they are spongy inside, not flaky. I can produce the best made from scratch pie crust, but scones? not yet. Ate 2 (one too many ) and the rest go to the critters outside.
This is the kind of day it is today around here:
That was at 9:20 AM. Did a lot of crawling forth and child’s pose before down dog during what was supposed to be vinyasa, but was able to do shoulder stand and an abbreviated closing for the first time since last Tuesday. An hour and change later I feel like time heals attitude as well as body if you don’t push and shove.