Living Outside

Once the weather gets like this, The husband and I move the living outside. We have every meal out on the back porch, I dry my bed linens and my towels outside like pioneer woman, even though it is forbidden by town ordinance, and I pretend to pull a weed here and there, while I collect “honey dos” for my beloved.

We can do this today and tomorrow, But with the construction next door it will be back inside during the week days. Can’t wait for that to be done. Here’s a pic of my herb garden in bloom. Sage and chive flowers for my salads this week! Happy rest and moon day combo everybody.

Yeehaw!!

Yeah, intro to 2nd for my birthday. More like an exploration workshop, but guess what? Butt on the floor for Virasana, and right after, A variation of Kapo where my head touched the floor! Teacher came right over to lift it because something about my upper back, but whatever, it was great. It is a glorious no humidity sky blue day in my neck of the woods. A shala friend left me a beautiful CD with chants/songs by her friends Deva, Miten, & Manose (uhuh..) and I played it on the drive home. Plus being the queen of dorks, I love getting all those Facebook birthday greetings.

On another note, I never met you, but Thank you, Thank you Guruji for my teacher and my teacher’s teacher.

It’s All Connected

My IT band to my hamstring to my butt cheek. On the left side. All scrunched up after a very properly assisted and delightful Triangmukha PP. It really felt spacious and easy when it happened but as soon as I got out of it I felt the pull all over the place. Finished gingerly but not in anything labeled pain. Later in the car I felt some discomfort but now  I am so desensitized by the ice packs I’ve applied that I feel nothing. I am following with an arnica rub followed by a salt bath before bed. My present to myself tomorrow is a happy primary even if I have to sit there and breathe it while everyone else moves it.

Update: I put the B in itch

Oh dear god, some days are just so nuts you can’t even get pissed because it is already crazy. The place is called Lavo, and it is a major tourist trap, on 58th and Madison. Loud and obnoxious. The waitress wants to tell us what to order. She insists on pushing this giant meatball with ricotta glop on top and when she leaves us alone I see it pass  us by and the thing already looks like a freaking tumor. I order a salad and I can see that both my aunt and the waitress are disappointed. As we are being served the fire alarm goes off as well as the strobe lights on every fire box on the walls. Waitress says no problem this has happened everyday this week. My aunt says we stay because the food is on the table. Did I mention that I have a premium brand kind of headache already?? The fire Department shows up with all their toys, and it is not the handsome brigade or maybe I’m just beyond cranky at this point. Alarm stops but strobe lights keep on flashing and the were still flashing when we left, after I was forced to eat a raspberry abomination (birthday lunch) after I managed to convince both my aunt and the waitress that I could not really eat a fried zeppole with an oreo inside (!!!). Oh, and this is my birthday gift:

That’s like two bottles of good perfume, or a case of really good wine, or whatever!!!

Un returnable because she is going to be looking for it next time she comes over. Is it bed time yet?

The Human Barometer

That’s me. Each time a storm is  coming in or storm is  moving out. I can’t tell anymore. All I know is that today is  put the dark glasses on rain or shine, and do not bend over. Someone told me to take pain killers before the weather turns but since I don’t watch television or listen to radio, I never know what’s going to happen unless I stick my head out the window. Heading to midtown to meet my aunt who wants to take me out to lunch to celebrate my future birthday at this place that has been imported to NYC from some  flashy hotel in Vegas. She tells me it’s a restaurant by day and a nightclub at night.  I cannot imagine.

Hall Pass

I read a very generous and detailed synopsis of a David Swenson  workshop on the blog I link to below:

Ashtangi Angel: David Swenson Manchester workshop 2012 and my first jump through!.

I had heard some of the points at AYC in San Diego. What I had not heard (but was maybe said and I did not catch) was that you should be performing at about 80% to 90% of your capacity for a couple of excellent reasons. 1. So you can receive adjustments with less risk of injury, and 2. So you  never feel taxed or overextended, which provides an opportunity to feel generosity towards yourself, which leads to feeling optimistic, therefore from your own accord  you try new and harder things more fearlessly. (that last part was my ramble.) Worked like a charm today. The temperature in CT didn’t hurt either. Welcome yoga weather. I can’t believe yoga has brokered peace between myself and humidity.

In other news, I have found new strength in my shoulders to give relief to my head and neck during headstand, but have lost the so called plumb line that allowed teacher to let go of me once she coaxed me up…

Normal!

I’m back!!

6:30 wake up easy no drama on the side

lemon & honey water with expresso chaser

8:00 on the dot at the shala door.

entire practice + pranayama + meditation.

back in the car at 9:55

What a boring post but I am thrilled.