Asking for A Friend

Not really. I had a small spontaneous party with like minded friends and neighbors which justified some huevos rancheros and a Bloody Mary around 11 AM. I had been looking forward (my piriformis in particular) to a castor oil bath, so I googled castor oil bath while hungover. Well wouldn’t you know that castor oil with a few tweaks is actually a hangover cure??? De nada, you few retrograde Ashtangis! Hahahaha.

Choir Preaching

If you are interested in reading things related to ashtanga, this is probably in your mail box too, waiting to be read or maybe you already read. I love blog entries with perfect timing. Reading this one feels as good as tiger balm or a salt bath if you are presently sore, or it can replicate the feeling of a practice that was enjoyed. I will also say perfect timing because doing your practice will never make the things that are wrong in society worse, or make your personal challenges and relationships deteriorate even more. Doing a practice is either neutral or beneficial. Will it make you feel  intense things? You know the answer to that. Your feelings and mine are not what defines when yoga is good or when it is bad. yoga is the ocean, You either have a difficult swim, a rough sail, or it was so calm that you could not surf.  It  just sounds weird and a bit silly to say that the ocean is bad because one of those things happened to you, but people have no problem saying yoga is bad when it is problematic. It is okay not to go in deep or far or for a long period, when the waves are too rough for you and you are not feeling your best. Or when the people playing in the ocean around you are horsing around and ruining it for you. It is another thing to say that you do not feel your best because the ocean is rough and the people in it are being annoying. This is not what Zoe is really talking about, but I thought I’d throw that in. I loved that her post applied to people who will never see second as well as to people rocking advanced A and B.


Is energy prana? I will read up on that. I bring this up because earlier this week I experienced a circumstance that extracted, depleted, drained, (I could go on) every ounce of ability I had to commune, participate, or share space with another being. I know it sounds dramatic but I cannot even  give attention to what my husband is saying in conversation, or rather I cannot offer or participate in an exchange. I know that this might sound a bit insane but it did happen and I am sure it was done without the intention to harm me. All I know is that I was left with barley energy to get out of bed, much less go outside. To clarify: I am not depressed. and I did not undergo a dangerous or threatening episode, just a sharing of space where I very literally mean energy or life force was sucked from me, and again I reiterate that it probably happened with no ill intention or wish to do harm. All I know is that it felt a little supernatural and invasive and now you know that sometimes I maybe misplace my full deck. I need my full deck this weekend, because lots of love is coming my way and I need to be able to enjoy and reciprocate.

Pipe Dream Lessons

First lesson is unrelated to the post but it happened thanks to the reason for posting now. Put smoked paprika on your french fries. I am injured so I am writing this while enjoying a cocktail and lunch at midtown hotel bar. At the risk of sounding like an aging hooker, I have a profound love for cosmopolitan hotel bars and their bartenders. I consider them a hallmark of civilization. Okay, so as soon as I decided that I was never not going to hop into headstand, and the point was to be upside down for a good long time, teacher decided that of course it was possible. So yesterday it was decided that I would hang out with my knees bent for awhile. My neck said FU Maria this morning. Specifically the back muscles that meet the neck are saying FU. So I am apologizing by spending a beautiful day in Manhattan and hoping my neck is ready to try again without ruining my Tim Feldman weekend.